'The model is an exhibitionist and the artist a braggart. She flaunts her body; he flaunts the fact that he has privileged access to it.'
– Liam Hudson
But the roles are reversed: the artist is a she, the object of her gaze masculine. Desire shapes and marks me: your cock and the cocksure curve of your shoulder. My eye returns to them, touching, stroking, nuzzling. The female gaze, concealing and revealing, moving in and out of abstraction.
So here we are. Take your clothes off I say. A fraction of a pause, a glance at my eyes, and there you stand, naked. The power is here, the space here between us. Touching not touching, here in the moment. It envelops and swallows, is cave and abyss. Come into focus, out of bedroom blackness. Rigid image.