Reblogged from Ink Stained Pawprints:

I crouched in the shadows watching her, the way the moon highlighted and caressed her beautiful pale skin. I couldn't resist the way her ink black hair fell down her back as that thin dress cavorted around her stunning figure in the light breeze. I had to have her. Slowly, I edged forwards, my eyes never leaving my prize.

My fingers stroked the smooth, slightly warm wood of my chosen weapon.

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I am pleased to say that I have never had a run in with my muse such as the one described so beautifully above.