Bee In My Bonnet

I have just written the closest I've ever come to a sex scene, I believe, though it's not much more than a summation hidden beneath layers and layers of purple prose. Oh, the purple prose. I can't believe I wrote this sentence:

When they later lie in the essence of their shared love, rising again from their mutual deaths, /.../

Excuse me if I go and feel thoroughly ashamed of myself for a while.