I'm watching her, amazed one can lie still when one's bare skin is being breathed upon from toe to head, lingeringly.
The Bond girl, in Bertolucci's The Dreamers, is calm with her legs together and as straight as an arrow. Beginning from her toes, Mathew tells her about the first time he saw her. He goes on to ask about her relationship with her brother as he feathers his way upward while she lies immovable yet taut. The camera captures every movement of air as he speaks. At the moment he is by her mound, his words cause her hair to flutter slightly, and he doesn't stop except to intimately insert a finger a moment and then remove it. The conversation continues.
Lessons in self control! Which I sadly lack at this moment.
Well, actually not sadly...madly.
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