pleasantest night ever.......

As simple as sundown, and she came at night, masked by shadows spelled thick by the dark's atmosphere. She was my evening dream, creeping slowly up my mind with me oblivious to her effect.
We spent the evening in the locks of the other, hand coiled and fingers twirled, with the feel of her cool skin beneath my skin- her touch was as warm as she was cool and I would not let her go for many an hour to come.
We had barely an hour and the owners of the camp would send us scurrying back to our rooms like frantic mice, still we would not leave the cool air the evening gave, though she was pestered by tiny bloodsuckers that hunt at night, the mosquitoes. And then we had to leave.
As long as the walk to our quiet spot was the walk back to where her bed was, and it was the slowest goodbye I'd ever seen. Thankfully there were no tears, but the goodbye was very slow, and painful- at least to me. It was the last night of camp and I'd just met this beautiful stranger.
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She's vanished as quickly as she came, silently; as she crept slowly up she's crept slowly out, and I'm powerless against her departure. I could still hear her voice, sing song resonating in my mind as I replayed our conversation both on the evening and over the phone, warm as the sun at 7 in the morning. But they were echoes, to fade out when she had completely disappeared. I have one consolation though, she told me her name, but I knew her by another. I called her Princess.