The Moment

When man,
enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,
again and again,
and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure
and her teeth gleam
like the alphabet,
Logos appears milking a star,
and the man
inside of woman
ties a knot
so that they will
never again be separate
and the woman
climbs into a flower
and swallows its stem
and Logos appears
and unleashes their rivers.

This man,
this woman
with their double hunger,
have tried to reach through
the curtain of God
and briefly they have,
though God
in His perversity
unties the knot.

-Anne Sexton, “When Man Enters Woman”

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Rhonda spreads her legs, opening herself to me. It’s a wondrous moment when a woman opens herself up like that. I sense her ache to be filled. She’s granting access to her hidden treasure. I grab onto my cock and direct it towards her womanhood. It is for this moment that I have been yearning. The folds of her lips part as the head enters, followed by the shaft. It is as if I’m being sucked into her. It is as if I have entered another dimension. Her warmth and wetness envelops me as my penis is submerged inside her. I feel her slightly clench her muscles. She lets out a loud cry. I sigh. My body has entered into and opened up hers. I get a bit light-headed upon the realization of what has just happened. It something of a violation: her bodily integrity has been compromised. I have accessed the secret depths of her femininity. I am feeling her from the inside. I have filled her with my masculine essence, for it is at this moment that I most fully feel like a man. But it is ultimately unitive, a merging into the other. Rhonda and I have become “one flesh.”

“The flesh yearns to converse with other flesh.”

Stephen Dobyns, “Desire”

For the moment I refrain from thrusting my pelvis to extend the moment. Our bodies remain in a silent embrace.

“The moment of greatest significance in love-making is not the moment of orgasm. It is rather the moment of entrance, the moment of penetration of the erection of the man into the vagina of the woman. This is the moment that shakes us, that has within it the great wonder, tremendous and tremulous as it may be…. This is the moment when persons’ reactions to the love-making experience are most original, most individual, most truly their own. This and not orgasm, is the moment of union….”

Rollo May