Here’s how one of my favorite authors described passionate love-making in a recent novel:
“He carried her to the bed. It was like two tornadoes competing for the same trailer park. When they were done, he lay on his back with his head over the edge of the bed breathing hard and looking out the curtained window to the upside-down Pacific.”
I laughed when I read it. I think it was meant to be funny…wasn’t it?