An Eye for The French Kiss

The couple made some sizzling-hot eye contact...
As the guy bent over to claim the luscious lips, he bounced back immediately in pain...

Apparently when the lusty gal stuck out her tongue prematurely, it poked him in the eye.

Needless to say, the moment was all over. The guy nursed his injured eye and kept a safe distance.

When Passion Fizzles, So Does Love.

I was munching my apple and watching reality courtroom TV.
An interesting case: a woman cited insufficient sex as grounds for divorce.

She heatedly testified to the deterioration of their sexual life: from daily couplings to a once-a-week session.
Amidst oohs and aahs of the audience, the man defended the so-called apathy with: long tiring work hours.

It seems that while one can never get enough of the zealous romps during courtship (note: sleep is never an issue here!), the ardor soon disappears as the relationship forms a semblance of stability. The fervor gives way to a prolonged lull as fatigue from the stressful lives kicks in.

A sex timetable replaces spontaneity. More often than not, the once fiery foreplay turns into a hasty wham-bam affair.
Inevitably, the physical distance translates into an emotional detachment.

So as busy modernists, how do we then fit some undying passion and love into our very hectic schedules?

Talking About the Elusive Big 'O'...

Women are achieving the big O from sexual intercourse (according to the trashy mag and novels).

Experts dish out advice on self-exploration and different sexual positions to detect the legendary G-spot.
It seems that once you hit the mythical spot, you are guaranteed the peak of your life!

After many stoic attempts, I have accomplished nothing but sore muscles as the G continues to evade me.
Sadly, the only O I ever get from men is that heady excitement of a conquest.

However nothing beats a good physical frolick coupled with a strong mental bond.
The titillation of the mind is definitely more potent than just mere physical gratification.