An Intimate Affair

I saw inspiration

She walked away

Elusive as the dawn of a new day

I felt her presence

As she glided wistfully

So grown spring flowers all daintily

I approached inspiration

She shied away

And other voices stirred her sway

I felt her presence

As she voiced her concern

About my lack of willingness I learn

I touched inspiration

She pulled away

Said she was in a relationship to stay

I felt her presence

As she ran down a mile

But, even so, she ran it in style

I found inspiration

She stayed awake

Left in a ditch by evil spirits I’d say

I felt her presence

As she pulled me close

That moment is where I felt her the most

I held inspiration

She threw away

Her shirt in a sexy manner of way

I felt her presence

As she laid me down

And I was held speechless, not a sound

I loved inspiration

She moaned away

Words so sweet, echoed softly in spades

I felt her presence

As she let me in

Her supple touch left my head in a spin

I lost inspiration

She left away

Note signed in crimson, my heart displays

I felt her presence

As her words held tight

My heart dare not let go, not in this light

I cried, “Inspiration!”

She disappeared away

Slipped from my touch, never unscathed

I felt her presence

As she left her silence

Nothing to remind of her, except these red prints

I think of inspiration

She appears right away

Startling me as she steps into the fray

I still feel her presence

As she stays entwine

My hand reaches pencil, writing line by line