Chapter 35 Ecstasy of love

A man used to tease women with the same story.He will say to them: "Let's make love, it's like playing tennis, everyone sweats, it's as simple as that, why not?" I don't know how many games of tennis he's played, how much he's sweated, or how many times he's been turned away.Every time I hear him repeat the story triumphantly, I just feel sorry for him. Isn't such a tease a kind of begging? Thick-skinned, telling a bad joke, just begging for short-lived joy. Such a person probably forgot the taste of love.There is no longer any feeling of longing and commitment.He can only vent in very superficial ways.You're right, it's like playing a game of tennis, or wrestling, in that it releases tension and stress rather than seeking a fulfillment.

He didn't have the same body with that woman.She is just his platform, he logs into her body and gets where he wants to go.This kind of man will not hug you and chat with you afterwards, he will just put on his clothes and go home in a hurry, because he has already arrived at the station and will not stay on the platform.The sweat on his body was for himself. How selfish is this kind of person?When he needs you, he wags his tail at you.When he's full, he'll kick you away. A selfish person is also pitiful. He will not taste love, but only understand the torment of desire. Sex is not tennis, it is not wrestling, and it is certainly not a jousting.It is the ascension of love.

Sex should be ecstasy, not liberation—the liberation of a dead soul who has forgotten love and is left only with lust.