Then of course there is the kind of love that is usually accompanied
by the awkward adverb 'arguably': sex, arguably a form of love. The
intense, unique, private enjoyment of it, unlike the more respectable
and public acts in our lives, causes prigs and puritans to think of
it as noisome, messy, illicit, offensive, and disgusting. Some say
it is not love at all but lust, a word they use with a sneer; others
(I incline to this view, looking back over more than 50 years of
pleasurably engaging in it) regard it as the main event ... one of
the few moments of light and heat at the end of torpid, humdrum days.
When sex fails to animate the body, it leaves behind only scorched
earth.
-- Doris Grumbach. "Extra Innings: A Memoir"