These women, their fingers have the same sensitivities as their legs. The fingertips have the same feelings as their feet! And when you touch their knuckles, it is like passing your hands around their knees. And this tender, fleshy part of the finger is the same as brushing your hands around their thighs. And finally! Every woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover.

Every woman is a mystery to be solved. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin color can tell us how to proceed. A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale and she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. And the pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave, crashing to the shore so that we may stir up what lies beneath and bring the foam and delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman, the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart?

You want Don Juan DeMarco the worlds greatest lover to talk to you , what do you know of great love? Have you ever loved a woman until milk leaked from her as though she had just given birth to love itself, and now must feed her birth? Have you ever tasted a woman until she could only be satisfied only by consuming the tounge that had devoured her? Have you ever loved a woman so completely , that the sound of your voice in her ear could cause her body to shudder and explode with such intense pleasure that only weeping could bring her full release?

There are those that do not believe that a single soul born in heaven can split into twin spirits and shoot like falling stars to earth where over oceans and continents their magnetic forces will finally unite them back into one. How else do you explain love at first sight. We were convinced that there was no other life beneath the sky but ours. We believed that we would never die.

There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.