Don Juan DeMarco
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The fingertips have the same
feelings as their feet.

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And when
you touch their knuckles...

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it is like passing your hands
around their knees...

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and this tender,
fleshy part ofthe finger...

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is the same as brushing
your hands around their thighs.

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And, finally...
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Every woman is a mystery
to be solved...

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but a woman hides nothing
from a true lover.

:05:49
Her skin color can tell us
how to proceed.

:05:53
A hue like the blush ofa rose,
pink and pale...

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and she must be coaxed
to open her petals...

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with a warmth like the sun.
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The pale and dappled skin
ofa redhead...

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calls for the lust of a wave
crashing to the shore...

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so we may stir up
what lies beneath...

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and bring the foamy delight
of love to the surface.

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Although there is no metaphor...
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that truly describes
making love to a woman...

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the closest is playing
a rare musical instrument.

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I wonder...
does a Stradivarius violin...

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feel the same rapture
as the violinist...

:06:32
when he coaxes a single
perfect note from its heart?

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:06:57
Muchas gracias, seƱorita.
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