It's not because I don't understand the difference between fucking and making love, oh no. I agree that there can be an emotional plane to having sex that isn't covered well by the term fucking.

It's just that reserving the term making love for sex implies that no other act can be on that same emotional plane. A terrible implication.

He bought the white motorcycle helmet instead of the matte black one that looks cooler, because he knows I worry about his visibility and how it affects his safety.

I'm leaving the town I love to be with him.

He, too, is patiently re-arranging his life to accomodate me.

We snuggle under the covers together on weekend mornings.

And yes, we have the hot, sensual sex of long-time lovers.

Which of these is "making love"? All of them.