I watched "Don Juan DeMarco" today, again. I just can't resist that movie. Such a wonderful fantasy. It makes me dream of love. And I don't dream of love, not anymore. It makes me remember what it was like to be this woman:
"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 it or burst? Have you ever tasted a woman until she believed that she could be satisfied only by consuming the tongue 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?"
It was such a long time ago and I know it will never be again but it was wonderful while it lasted.
"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 it or burst? Have you ever tasted a woman until she believed that she could be satisfied only by consuming the tongue 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?"
It was such a long time ago and I know it will never be again but it was wonderful while it lasted.
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