The complimentarity of his body and her body, fulfilment.

Dear friends at a conference in Brisbane recently, a colleague gave me a copy of these words by
Anais Nin, which I found so deep and beautiful that I want to share them with you. I hope you also see them as beautiful as I do.

"Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows.
Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength,
he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises
and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art.

He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in
the amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion.

Woman may be busy too, 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.  Man lies in her womb and is
reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be.

For a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment
man rests inside of her."

Anais Nin,  The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol 1: 1931-1934.