Is S*x a measure of Love?

 

For starters, what is love? Big question. One could write a very long thesis on the subject, and yet, unable to thoroughly explain this great phenomenon that is as old as man itself. Just so we are clear, I’m referring to the love between two consenting adults, male and female, who are old enough to consciously tell their left from their right.

A woman meets a man, a fine man. There’s an attraction, one so strong it’s hard to resist. In time, not so long though, they both discover that their common interests outweigh their differences. So they hit it off. They are a happy couple. Life couldn't be better. But then, there’s a problem. She doesn't want to give him access to her paradise, just yet. Why? It’s wrong, at least, morally. He is angry, maybe a little hurt. He begins to question her love for him. And then she asks him “is s*x a measure of love?” She wishes they could live in the happiness with limitations of not going further, of not eating the forbidden fruit meant for married couples, as explained in the holy books.

We hear stories of couples who were chaste throughout their dating period, couples who waited for the night after they exchanged marital vows, before they went into each other, literally. But that’s just a pinch of salt from the crowd. Like a friend once said, “I love you” is a polite way of saying “I want to f*ck you.” How hilarious but true that is.

Some scholars are of the opinion that s*x is an expression of love. For when you share the moment, that blissful vulnerable moment, you build a bond, one that is strengthened, making you connected more than ever. But aren't there other ways for couples to bond and create stronger ties? 

Thing is, for as long as man exists, people, unmarried couples, will continue to do whatever floats their boats. Our different faces are reflections of our different beliefs, our different cultural and religious beliefs. But if you asked me, really, is s*x a measure of love? No, I don’t think so. But then, what do I know?