Throws of Passion
A little poem about falling, falling down and getting up again
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. Lus...