**The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. ~Mata Hari**
I'm outgoing, fun and witty/sarcastic with a habit of acting silly, dancing and singing in the grocery store, laughing boisterously for no good reason and finding joy in the simple things in life.
I have a full time day job as an Underwriter in the Health Insurance industry and I have a who is 8 1/2 and will always be my TOP PRIORITY.
I have 5 tattoos {at this point} and my ears are stretched to a 0g. I'm a Goth/bohemian style girl and a witch. I'm bi with a super busy life but for that special someone(s) I will MAKE time.
I want someone who is open minded, supportive of what I do in life and who is secure enough in themselves to be okay if I can't be around constantly. (I travel to teach workshops and perform AT LEAST 4 times a year for 3-7 days)
What should you know about me?
I'm a happy-go-lucky, hyper optimist who enjoys life and tries to live each day fully. I enjoy movies of all varieties, music (I love to go dancing-being a belly dancer, I guess that's to be expected!), spending time with my friends discussing world events, politics, life, art either over a good meal and bottle of wine or at Starbucks over coffee. I am a voracious reader and enjoy curling up with a book to relax, I have a sweet and sunny disposition (combined with a wicked, dry, witty and generally sarcastic sense of humor) and a big and loyal heart.
~The Jewels~ Charles Baudelaire
My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim,
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides:
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides,
A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound,
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone,
Gives me an ectasy I've only known
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed,
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease.
My love was deep and gentle as the seas
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.
My own approval of each dreamy pose,
Like a tamed tiger, cunningly she sighted:
And candour, with lubricity united,
Gave piquancy to every one she chose.
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres,
Before my eyes clairvoyant and serene,
Swanned themselves, undulating in their sheen;
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters.
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting,
To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown,
And to disturb her from the crystal throne
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design,
Antiope's white rump it seemed to graft
To a boy's torso, merging fore and aft.
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within,
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air,
And every time it sighed a crimson flare
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.
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