“Provocature” 

 Read the title below the canvas.

Illuminated expertly, the work filled the darkened corner of the room. She studied the crescents, the curves, and lines of effervescing light on the dark, almost morbid background, Slowly the painting began to come alive before her, as if it was moving to welcome her approach. A little bewildered she let the scene play on her mind for a time – and then – realisation.

The outline of two human forms.

One, obviously of a woman by the beautiful curves that depicted her legs, her arse, and pendulous breasts, standing high on her toes (depicting maybe the footwear that adorned her feet) but bending at the waist, hands planted somewhat before her. Further streaks of colour depicting the curve of her neck and face lifted high to gaze before her.

Immediately behind her, the male, tall and solid, standing proudly– the lines forming his outline far more solid and full than those of the female, right to the beautiful curve of his manhood, just touching the curvature of her arse.

She felt a tingle rush through her body, the heat in her face as she stood transfixed, the bodies moving in perfect unison in her mind……..

She sensed his presence, her mind, her body told her he was near…

“Is it playing games with your mind?” he asked

She stood for a moment longer…..

Then turned and was immediately captured by his gaze. She said nothing – no need to as their eyes said it all. He held out his hand, which she dutifully took, the tender but purposeful grasp giving such a powerful surge of energy through her body.

He released her, turned and walked off, his solid frame silhouetted against the light from the adjoined restaurant where they had just dined. She followed close behind, a practiced walk, her head held high, butt and belly held in, her chest forward, all enhancing the mood of both her body and mind.

Past the other works that made the exhibition they had come to see, artwork, photography all with a common theme, the transfer of power from one body, one mind, to another – “Crossing the Void” it was named.

She paused beside a large photo, nearly the full height of the wall. A gentleman dressed in formal attire, standing side on, hands clasped behind his back.

Appearing from his grasp, a silver chain dropping down in a curve to then rise again to its fixing on a wide collar encircling the long slender neck of a woman. The woman wore nothing but the collar and thigh high stiletto heeled boots, and like the viewer, stood tall and proud.

In her mind as she moved on, the resemblance to herself – in their case, the lead was an invisible link between them, a mental leash, not a physical object. And the woman’s nakedness – in her own mind she was naked, her little clothing just a cover to enhance her lust….