It really ain't that tough...

If you want to make love to a woman, you must make her smile.
If you want to make love to a woman, you must make her feel like she overwhelms you.
If you want to make love to a woman, you must at least seem to try to see her soul.
“If … woman,” you must create an illusion, hold the illusion, feed the illusion, maintain it.
“If … woman,” you must hold her with your eyes.
“If … woman,” you must claw at her in quiet desperation.
“If … woman,” you must have a smell, a taste, a sound.
(Yes, you must have a sound, my dear.)
“If … woman,” you must fucking enjoy it! You must dwell on every pleasure.
“If … woman,” you must make her pleasure yours, yours hers.
“If … woman,” each moan should only make you harder, each scream should make you come.
“If … woman,” you should be content with sheer desire.
[Refer to desencarnación, if you like.]
“If … woman,” you should always fuck her.