man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from his fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into arts. he is not lonely. he is busy. the memory of the swim in the amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. a woman may be too busy, but she feels empty. sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. when man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing.but for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests in her.
man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from his fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into arts. he is not lonely. he is busy. the memory of the swim in the amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. a woman may be too busy, but she feels empty. sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. when man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing.but for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests in her.
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