:05:00
and this...
:05:02
tender, fleshy part
of their finger...
:05:06
is the same as brushing your hands
around their thighs...
:05:15
and...
:05:17
finally...
:05:27
Every woman is a mystery
to be solved...
:05:31
but a woman hides nothing
from a true lover.
:05:35
Her skin color can tell us
how to proceed.
:05:39
A hue like the blush of a rose,
pink and pale...
:05:43
and she must be coaxed
to open her petals...
:05:46
with a warmth like the sun.
:05:48
The pale and dappled skin
:05:50
of the redhead
calls for the lust...
:05:53
of a wave crashing to shore...
:05:54
to stir up what lies beneath...
:05:57
and bring the foamy delight
of love to surface.
:06:00
Although...
:06:01
no metaphor truly describes
making love to a woman,
:06:06
the closet analogy is to playing
:06:09
a rare musical instrument.
i wonder:
:06:11
Does a Stradivarius violin feel...
:06:14
as enraptured as the violinist...
:06:16
when he coaxes a single,
perfect note from its heart?
:06:42
Every true lover knows that
the moment of greatest satisfaction...
:06:46
comes when ecstasy is long over...
:06:49
and he beholds before him...
:06:51
the flowers which has blossomed
beneath his touch.
:06:58
Sorry i'm late, it was unavoidable.