To Be In Her Service

Dancing in shadows,
Black silk clings to her slender frame,
Teasing temptress,
The Lady eludes me yet again.

Praying for Her attention,
Needing Her touch,
I pine and waste away without Her gentle hand,
Begging for Her glorious face to cloak me in darkness.

Dark Lady, please accept this humble mortal,
Take her under Your wing,
Show her the wonders that hide
In the chattering darkness.

I feel Her essence,
The smell of Her spicy perfume,
The rustle of silk,
Her impish laugher,
Dark Lady come and claim Your priestess,
A girl longs to be in Your service.