Making love to a nobody

(juni 2008) I was so tired. Finally the baby slept and I could follow in her footsteps. Gratefully letting my eyes surrender to gravity. It did not take long for me to fall asleep. I felt a sudden touch. He had entered the room. Is it night or morning? Hoping he would let me sleep, I was laying quietly. Everything but sleeping was on his mind. He started to kiss and caress me. Too tired to refuse. Not having enough sleep for days and nights in a row. He should know and be compassionate! No chance. He continued his sweet caresses, touching me everywhere. Too tired to move, hoping he would stop his effort soon. No chance, this man was determent. In silence he was laying on top of me. His masculinity flowing on my body in total freedom. I felt my body slowly awakening and my mind falling asleep again. This was the start of a beautiful meditation. In the rhythm of his breath I followed, not knowing or caring where I was going. With my mind too tired to interfere, and my body in total relaxation I could receive him totally. The beauty of making love is total surrender. Sometimes, subconsciously, I follow a certain path to a climax. But now, there was no space for any programme. And I let my body go. My mind had already left so our hearts were the only ones left to connect. No holding back, no where to go, just in the moment following our bliss. I felt a different woman. Telling him afterwards, that parts of me became alive I didn’t know existed. Grinning at me, he told me “That’s nice, making love to a different women”. When making love, I became a nobody. Only then souls can meet, because all boundaries of the mind and body are gone. The energy flows freely. The energies of two bodies making love, losing all identity. There were a thousand climaxes. I did not feel myself. Was I there? What part of me died? What part of me became alive? Somebody made love to him. Not me, I was a nobody. Schrijf commentaar Naam: Onderwerp: