Making Unknowable Love.

Via Rebecca Lammersen
on Jul 12, 2012
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black and white lovemaking

He gazed inside me with careful tenderness, he embraced me with his breathing heat, a magnet to my pleasure.

He caressed every cell with nothing but his electricity, the weight of a hundred men hovering above. He seized my flesh and devoured it, satisfied with every bite from his supple steady hands. He searched my body with his starved tongue.

He had no plan. He was going somewhere, everywhere it didn’t matter, every taste was his destination.

He blessed my body with his, kissing without the mashing of lips, just air and fire.

Sweat leaked from every pore, mixing with his, until we turned to liquid. I was swimming in ecstasy, no orgasm, only deathless bliss. We melted in our fevered desire.

Silence was our serenade, but then, from somewhere trapped in the deepness, my voice of passion was unleashed. My knowledge disappeared. I couldn’t speak, words suffocated as my heart began to scream.

I reached for him, but I couldn’t touch, he wouldn’t let me. He ached for my release, and as he pulsed through me, he broke me. He broke me open from the earth to the air. I craved myself, I grasped and clawed. I yearned to kiss every piece of me, pleasure and pain, all of it at once.

I gasped for breath and drowned in my guilt, my doubt, my unknowingness, my torment. My numbness evaporated as the needles of confusion injected me with consciousness, and I wept.

Naked, exposed, ravaged, nurtured, held, I mourned myself. I mourned the death of my frailty.

I’m not weak, I’m powerful.

He ripped the weakness away and there I was: beautiful, perfect, wise and seen. He sees me without knowing why or asking why. No question of my presence. I am nothing to him, but me.

No sound, no word, no look, no action could turn him away. He protects me, he warms my fragility with his courage. He broke me and he will never allow me to be fixed. I’m irreparable because now, I’m me: quiet, speechless, unable to lead, shattered from the outside, in.

The outside vanished as he looked at me and saw himself. He ate me whole and refused to spit me out.

I’m terrified this is it, and the search is over. We are the intention. We are the harbor and now all that’s left to do, is be. It isn’t sexual, it isn’t emotional, it isn’t mental, it isn’t any of that, it’s peace. It’s foreign. It’s the clouds. I can’t hold it. I can’t describe it. I don’t know it. It’s not worldly or real, it just is.

It’s love.



Crazy Love Wisdom. ~ Rebecca Lammersen

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Author: Rebecca Lammersen

Editor: Kate Bartolotta


About Rebecca Lammersen

Rebecca Lammersen is the founder of Yogalution, an intimate, boutique style yoga studio in Scottsdale, AZ. I love being alive. I love being a mother. I love teaching yoga. I love to write. I love to know. I love to not know. I love to learn. I love to listen. I love to read. I love to swim. I love to travel. I love to dance. I love to help. I love to serve. That pretty much sums me up. For daily inspirations, check out Rebecca's website. Visit her yoga studio website and peruse her articles at The Huffington Post. You can also find her on Facebook. Subscribe to Rebecca's feed and never miss a post!


58 Responses to “Making Unknowable Love.”

  1. Bob Antol says:

    Wow, I have never heard it expressed so aptly, so beautifully. If I could have expressed the love-making between my wife of 41 years and myself, this would be it. You have described so well the intentional aspect of the male partner, I can only hope my wife feels the same emotions and thoughts of the female partner. That is what is intended. Love does not take, but rather gives. It is a gift we give to each other expecting nothing in return. It is also a gift we need to learn to receive in the manner it is given. The value of the gift is not within its' size or cost but determined by the appreciation of the receiver. Thus, you have given me a gift of words and thoughts that I hope my loved one shares.

  2. Ric Gainer says:

    I really hope you’re still with this person. Please? For my hope….

  3. Sherri says:

    Thank you for writing so passionately about something so many refuse to even discuss behind closed doors with their partners. Every woman should have the experience of being undone in this manner and reaching a place of peace, of just being and knowing all she is to her man is her, nothing more, nothing less.

  4. zondra3triana says:

    its beautiful!! you describe perfectly something that most of us cannot put into words!! Bravo!!

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  6. Jaime Badong says:

    Many things can be learned and to experience

  7. Phil says:

    So, Becky, are you a single gal?

  8. Laura Stine says:

    Had to read it twice! Amazing words. Love this.

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