Poise - Departing a corporate Building in Cape Town, CBD. Headed towards a favorite coffee shop further down. Followed by a fragrance, treated new leather. She passes me in a soft stride, like a gentle feather. Her flirtatious walk, open body, inviting and playful, I observe a message. She reminds me of a city girl, however, could have a name like Sage, even have a fetish. Spreading confidence from her open stride, material needing a stitch, I sensed a warmth in her play, a dare, in need of another bitch. Her walk slows down, I pass her teasing invitational flow, we smiled at each other in our passing. Her heels vibrate a tone that says, hey bitch, I am sort of asking. At my favorite corner cafe, served with Hazelnut cappuccino. Lured by an uninvited challenge, fair complexion. Nothing like a Brazilian or Latino. Such seduction with her ordered glass of wine. Our exchange is natural, warm and so dam fine. Her “A” line flair wear, shades, lighter than her dark brown boots. Emerald eyes, the early thirties, fresh and healthy, poised from her roots. A Goddess from nature, with cheek, tongue, gut -spa complemented by her natural flair. Colors, beige, brown & black, an arrival, of cheeky fresh air. A natural being from the planet, universe. Driven from her inward sub journey. Not the daily Internet frame, delivered from a wrap. Certainly, one that needs no attorney. No labels, no clutch, society, Grail or, rules like others with life expectancy. Just her being, her natural being, open, honest from her internal fantasy. At my favorite corner cafe, served with Hazelnut cappuccino. Absorbing the uninvited guest, fair complexion, crisp like her light Vino. Great art holds bound to great energy connection. So does the merge of soul, body, and mind, fuse like toned complexions. Playful sparkle from her eyes, express desire through the sun rays. Such overload, yet controlled poise, sets her free in measured proportions with flirtatious play's. Such beautiful commonalities weaved from-our free energy; Warm, sexy, mature, free but controlled, no sweetie pie or daily naartjie. Stories in landscapes are not always found in art galleries or at a dinner party. Spirits connect in a space, without the help of a magic wand or fairy. At my favorite corner cafe, served with Hazelnut cappuccino. Bonding with a creature from our culture, instead of a shakedown at Luciano’s _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Candice - April 2015 (one with so much more class than just ass) (Original dated/ Written / document/ Owned) First print - Jul 9, 2015