Goodreads helps you follow your favorite authors. Be the first to learn about new releases! Follow Author. 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. When I say that all my woman are dazzling beauties, they object. The nose of this one is too large; the hips of another, they are too wide; perhaps the breasts of a third, they are too small.
But I see these women for how they truly are… glorious, radiant, spectacular, and perfect, because, I am not limited by my eyesight. Women react to me the way that they do, Don Octavio, because they sense that I search out the beauty that dwells within until it overwhelms everything else.
And then they cannot avoid their desire, to release that beauty and envelope me in it. Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home. 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?
Don Juan: I would say that he has a rather limited and uncreative way of looking at the situation. But a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin colour 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. The pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore, so we may steer up what lies beneath her, bring the foamy delight of love to the surface. Have you ever loved a woman until milk leaks from her as though she had just given birth to love itself, and now must feed it or burst?
No, I never take advantage of a woman. I give women pleasure, if they desire it. It is of course the greatest pleasure they will ever experience. And he beholds before him the flower which has blossomed beneath his touch.
And then they cannot avoid their desire to release that beauty and envelop me in it. When I say that all my women are dazzling beauties, they object. But I see these women for how they truly are - glorious, radiant, spectacular and perfect - because I am not limited by my eyesight.
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