In my case, it is --and for real-- Ravel’s “Bolero”.
I have a female friend who swears by Gnarls Barkley’s “Crazy”.
And perhaps this particular video-clip could be nice to have around as well 
Grieg - “In the hall of the mountain king”, or Peer Gynt, Suite No. 1, Op. 46.
I like my screwing like I like my music, slow deep and hard. So some Type O negative is always welcome, but right now, I’m all about the Electric Wizard.
Heh. That, or Khachaturian’s “Sabre Dance.”
Coltrane. Full stop.
Or whatever she likes. I mean, c’mon.
Angels, by Flight of The Conchords. Feathers flyin’. 
The Philadelphia Experiment
It makes for nice background music.
I don’t have any particular “go to” music to speak of.
However, I have a very fond memory of an fantastic afternoon and evening wherein my ashes were hauled incredibly and repeatedly. I had an old 8-track of Al Stewart’s Year Of The Cat album playing in the other room and I lost track of the number of times it cycled through.
Zappa. “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace.” Zeppelin. “Since I Been Loving You.” Bill Withers. “Ain’t No Sunshine.” Mmmmmm.
Norah Jones’ “Don’t Know Why”.
mmm
Damn, it appears nobody saw what I did there.
mmm
Last night it was a “Pitchfork’s Top 200 songs of the sixties” Spotify playlist.
No, it did not last 200 songs.
Anything by Kraftwerk!
Because it wasn’t the Beatles? Or are you on record against Norah Jones? Or the concept of sexual relations altogether?
Nah, it has to do with the lyrics of the song.
Ach, never mind. If ya gotta explain the joke…
mmm
With a flute in all of the wrong places.
Jethro Tull and Allyson Hannigan it is!
Can we attribute this to the frightening influence of the Benny Hill Show on the male libido?
Nah, just too obvious.
Now that is a euphemism I have never heard before.