touch down.

we fumble around
awkward with buttons and straps             

and elastic that is attatched to worn out underwear.
but it's you and me.
just you and me.
you laugh
as i mortify myself
with uncontrollable
unknown 
sound effects
and i think sometimes we could be mistaken
for two rugby players
learning the game 
for the first time,
but it's you and me.
just you and me.
we're bare, 
we're exposed
no one taught us how to do this,
yet we manage just fine,
wouldn't you agree?
we're messy, 
we're rowdy
we're adventurers
passionate learners
but its you and me,
just you and me.
I love that we're playful, 
take delight in each moment,
and we aren't afraid to laugh at ourselves.
i also love how you are so 
attentive and intentional,
you make me feel like 
you are a blind man
seeing for the first time.
every time.
I feel safe with you,
i feel a little more brave 
than i am in real life
and I am so thankful,
so thankful,
that we were able to give our purity 
to each other.
thank you for waiting for me, love[r].
Thank you for letting me know 
i was worth it,
and thank you for making it 
worth the wait for me:)

i sure am glad we don't have to wait anymore.
ever again.