How a Woman Must be Touched
One night, I watched her at the window in her sleep. I noticed for the first time, how a woman’s underclothes barely touches her skin. How it rides on a cushion of air as she moves. How the silk floats about her body, brushing her flesh like an angel’s wings, and I understood how a woman must be touched.
-Don Juan DeMarco
The quote appears about 5:23 in this clip.