She called again, my heart is skipping it's beats,
I leave her again and slide out from the sheets,
I place a note, I taste anticipation,
I take my flight, no more hesitation.
I take a glance at the clock and then the door,
Quietly, whispering to the floor;
"If she wakes, before dawn breaks, then I wont be forgiven,
Because my darling's love will then and only wither."
I am not a saint I am not perfect, everyone has needs,
I have a hunger, of which my Mistress feeds.
