hawk tua nudes: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

In “hawk tua nudes” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “hawk tua nudes” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “hawk tua nudes” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.