Theres something about the purity of two bodies, fully nude, and the rising of sexual energy between them, that just eclipses - or perhaps stands to the side of - all other forms of erotic imagery. I love lingerie, ropes, disheveled clothing as much as anyone, but today, watching Jesse and Remi naked, his fingers so deep inside her that the boundaries between them seem to dissolve, all the roles and illusions fall away. This is all I want.
