“We made love like three seasons, but I didn’t fall.”

“After we made love, I didn’t want her to leave. At least not before she did the dishes.”

“I remember the first time we made love like it was the second time. We never made love again, and I don’t regret it for a second.”

“I made love to a woman who didn’t exist, and I can’t remember how it didn’t feel. It amazes me how often I think about not thinking about it.”

“We made eyes at each other, and then we made love. We also made other things too, like meatloaf.”

“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.”

“At first I thought my wife and I were made for each other. It was as if we came out of the same factory. I think we were made in the USA, because things quickly began falling apart.”