If I never hear swear words in a movie or see graphic depictions of sex on the screen again, it will be too soon.
A well-written dialogue between two lovers is far more sweetly suggestive than a scene with two bodies reducing sex to its mechanics.
If only scriptwriters would use their imaginations more and trust the viewers to use theirs.
Perhaps they could learn a lesson from the Bard.
In the famed balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet, in which Romeo Montague talks of love and Juliet Capulet bemoans the senseless feud between their two families, the author paints a verbal masterpiece:
“Romeo. But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.”
Donna Nielsen Murphy, "The beauty of the Bard's language," Irondequoit Press, January 27, 1994.