Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.
If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be
I put the words down and push them a bit.
Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon . . . Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.