I wrote this and called it a poem

In shadows cast by candlelight,
A figure stands, both fierce and bright,
Chains of silk, not iron cold,
With eyes like flames that keep you on place,
She holds the world within her glance,
She holds your hand while you descent,
She walks with purpose, a queen unchained.
You are just her toy, too late to escape,
It's time to kneel before her,
You are a simple canvas, bare and true,
It's time to give in to her whims,
Your soul belongs to her,
In submission, you find your grace,
In her dominion, a sacred space.