Don Juan DeMarco
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:06:00
with a warmth like the sun.
:06:03
The pale and dappled skin
ofa redhead...

:06:06
calls for the lust of a wave
crashing to the shore...

:06:10
so we may stir up
what lies beneath...

:06:12
and bring the foamy delight
of love to the surface.

:06:16
Although there is no metaphor...
:06:18
that truly describes
making love to a woman...

:06:21
the closest is playing
a rare musical instrument.

:06:25

:06:26
I wonder...
does a Stradivarius violin...

:06:29

:06:30
feel the same rapture
as the violinist...

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

:06:37

:06:57
Muchas gracias, seƱorita.
:06:59

:07:00
Every true lover knows...
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that the moment
of greatest satisfaction...

:07:04
comes when ecstasy
is long over...

:07:07
and he beholds
before him the flower...

:07:09
which has blossomed
beneath his touch.

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:07:16
Sorry I'm late, honey.
lt was unavoidable.

:07:20

:07:21
I hope you went ahead
without me.

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:07:33
Oh, well.
:07:34
Now I must die.
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