"When you don’t have the words to describe something, it’s impossible to imagine it," the author writes.I was 34 and married to a man when it first hit me: I should have bloomed by now. In high school, I had always been way too into waiting for marriage to have sex, even though I wasn’t particularly religious or conservative. I just thought, Well, a rule’s a rule! You heard what our nervous P.E. teacher said, folks! Keep it in your pants! As I got older, fewer and fewer of my friends seemed as excited about abstinence as I was. It bewildered me — what was so great about sex? I spent so little time thinking about it that it really didn’t occur to me until I was well into my marriage that maybe there was something much bigger going on. Several heart-wrenching therapy sessions later, I adm