Head Over Feet

~Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

~She crept close against him, clinging fast to his thin, strong, naked body, the only home she had ever known.

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover


Sometimes I struggle to organize my thoughts and find the words to express them. In this case, I turn to the words above, written almost a century ago, because they express it better than I can.

He is an amazing man. He is a combination of traits and qualities that I did not think existed. His presence, his personality overwhelm me. When I look into His eyes, I know I am an open book to Him. He knows me, He knows what I need. He is a virtuoso when it comes to giving me pleasure. He touches me in ways I have needed and waited for my entire life. His hands expertly explore me, extracting responses from me, that even my own hands cannot elicit. He reduces my body to a mass of post-orgasmic flesh, while freeing my mind to soar and expand.

He can engage me in discussion and banter that quickens my mind and vitalizes my being. This is foreplay for me, in every sense of the word. With one look or word, He brings me back to my center. I become totally focused on my submission to Him. He looks at me so intensely, I have to look away. I know He can see into all of the recesses of my mind. He engages my mind and my body, making me fully present for Him. I strive to give Him my full potential, offering all that I am. He provides me with a venue that is totally freeing. I can relinquish my control to Him and allow Him to take me farther than I have ever been.

He fills me with sensations, both physical and emotional. They bubble and boil inside of me, until they erupt, spewing forth my worship of all that He is. It is the culmination of the ceremony of us, a ritual of give and take. It builds until I surrender and He takes possession, He sacrifices me on the altar of my needs and desires. My homage to Him expressed in the liturgy of murmurs and moans that escalate to screams. The articulation of the ecstasy that only He can offer me.

He is home to me. He is a place of refuge and safety. A place to abandon the vestiges of my facade. He affords me the security to lay myself open to Him and invite His inspection. In spite of myself, He has coaxed me from my hiding place and into self-awareness. I love Him for who He has allowed me to become.

"Head Over Feet"

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask me how my day was

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

I am aware now

You've already won me over in spite of me

And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault