He didn’t need to love the woman he was seducing, or to be loved by her; nor had he any desire to possess her. Many enthused later about his glinting grey-green eyes, full of mischief — but his chief seduction tool was undoubtedly his mellifluous voice.
If she was willing, he was happy to do the deed anywhere: a dressing-room sofa, a vacant room in a pub, a garden bench, or even — if his wife was out — the marital bed. Blessed with a prodigious memory, he’d usually start by reciting poetry.
She has turned me into a model man but not a prig, she is a wildly exciting lover-mistress, she is shy and witty, she is nobody's fool.'She is a brilliant actress, she is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography, she can be arrogant and wilful, she is clement and loving.
Indeed, in Burton’s heyday — between 19 — he made love to at least one new woman every other day, with the total tally reaching around 2,500.
At times, his promiscuity rivalled even that of the great Seventies playboy Warren Beatty.
It's a bit sad because we know it's all going to come to an end but it is also revealing and touching and Elizabeth comes out of it extremely well.' Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor married for the first time in a secret ceremony in Montreal in 1964.
In his diary, Burton says: 'She has turned me into a model man but not a prig, she is a wildly exciting lover-mistress' On Sunday, August 31, 1969, he wrote: 'Yesterday was another terrible day.
If that failed, he’d go on to Shakespeare, which he could declaim all night if required.
And in the rare event that the woman was still standing, he’d sing — often in Welsh.Amazingly, this wasn’t the last time he risked all for a few hours with Simmons.The secret night-time forays went on for months — yet neither of their spouses ever suspected a thing.Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Cleopatra in1963 Burton describes Elizabeth as 'the prospectus that can never be entirely catalogued, an almanac for poor Richard.And I shall love her forever'When he died in 1984, aged 58, Burton left more than 400,000 words in pocket books, desk diaries and loose papers describing his inner-most thoughts.So how are we to account for his astounding one-man rampage through the female sex?