Would it be the smile, the nervous hug...?...the uncertainty in the eyes?

Maybe the cockiness of a jovial soul?

The inquisitive look taking one in once the door closes?

Could it be the peck on the cheek, a scent...?

Do I write about re-acquaintances made?...new suitors visiting?...is there any less a feeling of desires erotic? ..the need to melt into a surrendered being...a heat , sweat, sticky lust...moans, my loss to a moment in time with my wanton suitor?

I have dipped.

I have dived deep into the surrender of all that stepped across my threshold. I gave of myself unreserved and demanded and took unashamedly.

My hunger fed by creamy releases most thrusting, most throbbing.

My voice was free...it whispered, it demanded, it asked and begged...

It growled

It grunted...and my men gave themselves to me and I LOVED IT.

Thank u CAPE TOWN.

keep me close in thought...sleep with thoughts of me...I know I cannot wait to return.

I was most generously received and treated and spoilt.

Content I go back home.

Our story has begun...

It will continue.

RB.