Her face and name is always in the shadows of the individual interactions that cross my path.
The thrill of the beauty in the softness of Shadows that is her appeal.
She flirts and tempts me most during the night hours where she can comfortably expose more of herself.
Like a young teen who has just discovered their first sleepless dial up nights wide awake fervently jacking it.
Wandering into class in an ecstatic foggy haze where even your breath seams to buzz with the feeling of being too alive.
In those Ohh too short of nights might have been when I first felt her power.
Her ability to leave you feeling so empty and spent.
The uncertainty that she will make an appearance next time I need her makes me feel like a desperate jealous lover that can't get enough of it.
The perfect website that you had spent all night desperately hoping existed,
only to see the early morning light coloring the polluted morning clouds brilliantly.
The birds sounding their alarm that daylight was coming and the muse had to return where no one could see her.
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