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?