To Those Who Would Love a Dancer

To Those Who Would Love a Dancer

She is a dancer. Her hips don’t lie and everyone knows it. A woman’s body in motion is mesmerizing And dangerous? Dangerous to the man who thinks he owns her, Strong hands her with possessiveness. He is a trembling boy inside, Afraid he might crumble if...
Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.

Sex. Love. Genius.How are they related? What do they have in common?I’ve been asking myself these questions consciously for the past several weeks…and I’ve been living these questions for years, without knowing it.I sensed that sex, love, and genius...