Who loves you with his soul is not necessarily desiring you and who desires you is not necessarily loving you.
"I can't leave either of you..." this was the cry I heard from a man involved in the suffering of having to decide.
On the one hand the warmth of the home that is usually carried by a selfless but passionless woman and on the other hand the fire of passion that is embodied by a woman capable of accompanying in the complicity of a secret where the value of masculinity is renewed but still never a guarantee of permanence.
Can you prove that Love by itself does not sustain relationships?
So what is it about sex that deactivates any promise of Love? It must have something to make each second's encounter last forever, it must have something to be a generator of life.
How about honoring the power of sex before feeling subdued by its force just for denying it, it is time to stop using the fragile patch of Love to cover what passion does not bring, many grew old loaded with attention in a home that lost its shine under the influence of that generation of grandparents of separate rooms.
If you love, put passion in it, if you are passionate, print Love and the caresses of a heart that remembered the tenderness that is possible as adults.