Reading is like making love

I was reading An E.B. White Reader and came across a passage that tickled my sensuous mind. It stated that reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy. To understand the passage more, I pictured a more concrete image (one thing I learned in poetry).I envisioned a couple making love and conjured that intimate moment they shared in a dim lit room like there's no other world exists beyond it. And as in sexual experience, there are never more than two person present in the act of reading - the writer, who is the impregnator, and the reader who is the respondent.