Yes, and I'm still married to him and you're right ... there aren't any words to describe it ... because I've just typed and deleted I don't know how many sentences and finally realized there's no way to describe it that doesn't come out sounding ... corny, stupid and overly romantacized ...
Put it this way, comparing my previous sexual experiences with other people to making love with him was like comparing some dork singing "Satisfaction," in a Karoke bar to seeing the Rolling Stones playing in Wembly Stadium, if that makes sense. Yeah, it's sort of the same thing, but you JUST can't compare them.
But that was when I was young, stupid and thought the guy actually loved me back and didn't just want to get laid.
Now I'm really just interested in the big O's.
Love is for being there when you're puking up your gutts in toilet and there's someone there to hand you a towel to whip the vomit off your face and hair.