Twilight

[poliphilo]

He looks and glowers like a young Marlon Brando. When he first meets our heroine (in the biology class) he claps his hand across his mouth as if afraid his teeth might leap out of his gums and embed themselves in her neck. All through the movie his face writhes and his eyes pop with desire. "Don't trust me," he tells her, but she knows she can, because he's such a gentleman.

Not since Brief Encounter has so much mileage been wrung out of a pair of lovers not doing it. 

And all the while the water falls as rain or drifts as mist between the tall pines or lies about the ground in puddles. 

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I guess.

Nothing so sexy as delayed gratification.