You cannot fault Jonathan Rhys-Meyers for sneaking a glance of Scarlett Johansson's breasts. Her firm, ripe breasts. Like mouthwatering fresh papayas on a sultry desert isle, waiting to be plucked. Her breasts like two delicate full moons giving off a gentle, opaline glow in an inky night sky. Warm, soft, beckoning. Globular and pendulous, tipped with the fresh blush of youth. Tits like sugar, sugar kisses. Wait, what were we talking about again?

Right, Rhys-Meyers. That big-lipped dude from the Elvis miniseries. Right, right. Anyway, cuz told the show Unscripted that during their Match Point love scenes, Scarlett banned him from stealing looks at her boobs. But when a topless Scarlett Johansson is mere inches from your face, what can you do? Gasps JR-M:

"I remember Scarlett telling me not to look at her tits. And I was trying to be a gentleman and sort of asking for a glimpse. But I did sneak a peek - I couldn't help it, they were in my face."

Gentlemen ask for a glimpse of boob. Only philistines push their meathooks forth for an unwanted honk. Got that, Paris Hilton's bodyguard?

To make up for the fact that there were no actual pictures of naked breasts in this story, here is a link to a clip of Scarlett getting, like, totally fingered in A Love Song for Bobby Long. There are no boobs there either, but you'll live.

Cleavage a-go-go! More Scarlett at MrSkin.com.