For me, it's not sexual.
It's lying in a cosy bed, on a rainy afternoon, in the high hills where the weather is cool.
There's a fire smouldering in the hearth in the corner, and I'm holding you close in my arms, smelling the warm scent of your hair,
my skin next to yours.
We drift off to sleep, safe and warm in each other's embrace....
Just thought I'd share that.