Hot But Not Bothered

This evening's departure was like a flamboyant lover who discards fragrant silk scarves across the room as compelling reminders of her ability to continue to seduce on her way out the door.  She smiles and winks and shakes her head as if we were the naughty ones.  She pulls on her salmon colored slippers and adjusts her purple turban while licking her soft lips one last time before her whisper of goodbye.

Fog may come on cat feet, but the end of the day comes with a moist hot breath and orgasmic sigh.  I will be following this sun to its southern domain in the week ahead and not posting. Perhaps I can come back with intimate warm photographs if I catch her home. (Click on the photos if you want to feel my breath on your neck.)