One night, I watched Dona Querida at the window in
her slip and noticed for the first time how a woman's underclothing
barely touches her skin; how it rides on a cushion of air as she
moves, how the silk floats about her body rushing her flesh like an
angel's wing. Then I understood how a
woman must be touched!
From the movie DON JUAN DEMARCO
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