I love when we both give up.
When we forget how awkward it'll be the day after, or the hour after, or the minute after.
Where we throw ourselves down a hill, tumbling, exhilarated.
As buttons are fumbled, and gaspingly unclasped and pants slid down.
Socks are thrown away and smooth, once hidden skin is revealed and caressed in the same moment.
Patterns are traced as fingers explore, we catch each other's eye and ironically blush at the intimacy that lies in each stare.