The feeling of her lips against his bare shoulder.

His nose buried in the smell of her hair.

His arm sticking to her waist. Humidity.

The furtive glances and sheepish smiles that follow.

The innocence of sleep.

Brushing the hair from her face.

Numb arms.

Readjusting positions.

Love.

I'm curious about the moral implications of recreational sex.

A lesson in love and defeat

To love the defeat
to find love in defeat
to defeat love
to love in defeat