“We made love like two people trying to make love like three people in the trunk of a car. ”
“We made love like three seasons, but I didn’t fall.”
“Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.”
“We made love like a slice of French toast trying to act like an English muffin.”
“She had lips like two wavy slices of crisp bacon, and her kisses felt like gravy on my scrambled eggs tongue. We made love like we made breakfast—and then we made brunch like rabbits.”
“Love shouldn't make you feel like that. It should be as natural as breathing. It should happen between two people because it grew there out of something beautiful.”