May 29th, 2009 at 12:30 pm

VENUS INFERRED

Men and women tumble around together in bed, in underwear or sweaters or nothing. They snuggle, look over each other’s shoulders, in the mirror, out the window. They’re enraptured, annoyed, tired, turned on.

Every glance tells a story.

There are no physical restraints here — only that emotionally bound look, the love-shackled glare of the guy leaning on his girlfriend’s back, staring hard into space. — Ada Calhoun

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