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Master of None (?!)


And I keep returning to the blogosphere with one thing or the other. Here goes another cryptic mess here. Are you the master of your choice? 

Bright and vibrant eyes,
A soothing voice,
Helpful demeanor,
Subtle yet present curves,
A shapely dress,
Highlighting them all,
As if she wasn't already attractive enough.
She called out to him,
Gently nudging for attention,
From time to time.
No matter how big the crowd,
He ogled at her unabashedly,
Never let her out of sight,
Or an arm's length.
She wasn't new in his life,
Nonetheless, she managed...
To morph in many ways
From time to time
Just for his attention
And he, for her
Diabolical, was she?
One fine day…
He sat with his back,
Turned away from her,
Like he cared -
For the world around him.
As he looked up and around,
All that was left was...
Burned bridges,
Withering flowers,
Fallen leaves,
Decadence of life as he knew it
And an insignificant ray of hope.
The darkness…
Like a cancer grew
inside and around.
He looked back at her,
To her…
And reached out,
To hold on to the flimsy threads,
The unreal realities,
She offered him.
A paradox in existence
She was.
Evil if he wanted her to be,
A divine partner,
Bolstering his everything…
Only if he was the master
Of his choice.
Only if she wasn't subtly
Enslaving him
A nudge, a wink, a song, a tune at a time.

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