“I want you to touch me.”
I continue to stare, despite her request, transfixed by her feline beauty. She turns her gaze slowly towards mine, her eyes dark and calculating.
“What are you waiting for?” Her voice is soft, yet full of authority.
Tentatively, I extend my right hand, my fingers stretching out towards her. Slowly, gently, I caress her breast. I can feel the warmth of her skin now and, below, soft but undeniable, the steady beat of her heart.
“Kiss me.”
This time I don’t hesitate. Stepping forward to bridge the gap between us, I place my left hand – my free hand – on her waist and pull her against me. Her eyes lock with mine, defiant for an instant. I pause. The defiance slips away, hunger in its place. Our lips meet.
That’s one of about a thousand scenarios racing through my mind as I take in this masterpiece. It’s both elegant and subtle and possesses a simplicity that only serves to amplify its sheer intensity. Indeed, RGUS really has outdone himself in my opinion. I love everything about this image – from the warm color palette to that beautiful afro. Monica is a creature of pure beauty and from the look on her face, one who knows exactly what she wants. Without a doubt, she’s like a predator about to pounce, to satisfy its needs. And I’d just love to be the prey.