Bec joined my judo class when we were seventeen,
Black hair, black belt, bright smile, barely five feet tall.
The first time we touched, sparks flew in my heart,
I flew through the air, and forgot to break my fall.
I fell head over heels in more ways than one,
Almost twice her weight, but she forced my submission.
I tapped out of the bout and out of my mind,
To get just one kiss from her became my mission.

New found passion. Lust or love?
Off balance, off your feet. Out of control.
Exciting. Terrifying.
When you don’t know that you can survive a fall.

Did she submit to me, or did I to her?
Hot night, hot date, wicked smile, her parents’ bed.
Her kisses were better than I had dreamt,
I fell into her with her heels over her head.
For a year I could look at no one else,
But then I was tempted and made a big mistake.
The last time we touched, she threw me again,
I didn’t know if my heart or my back would break.

End of passion. Felt like love.
Knocked down, off your feet. Out of control.
Crushing. Devastating.
When you don’t know that you will survive the fall.

I went to a new dojo and there I saw Jo,
Blonde hair, black belt, bright smile, almost six feet tall.
The first time we touched, sparks flew in my heart,
I flew through the air, but managed to break my fall.
I wanted to impress her so I fought on,
Even while I fell head over heels once more.
Her eyes sparkled and I dreamt of us kissing,
But somehow fought out an honourable draw.

New found passion. Lust or love?
Off balance, off your feet. Fully alive.
Exciting. Exhilarating.
When you do know that you can survive a fall.