The warmth of your breath floods my soul as your lips graze my ear.  my entire body melts into You.  Oh what i would give for that moment, again. 

You are on my mind, even when i'm not with You. 
You surely don't even know You are doing it but,
every little thing triggers something deep within. 
You are the owner of the smile
that creeps across my face like a little kid at Christmas,
You are the owner of my heart, mind and soul. 
You are my Master.
And i Thank You! 

From the first chance phone call You had my attention.  The butterflies instantaneously began to flutter about.  The voice on the other line made me weak in the knees.  So strong, so deep, so intense, i was intrigued.  My imagination went wild trying to place a face behind that voice.  It wouldn’t be long before my imagination would be put to rest.  i walked into my house and say You sitting there; a more perfect fit could not have been imagined.  From that moment i was hooked.  There was just something, something so indescribable, about your presence that matched so perfectly with the voice.  i wanted to know more i had to know more.  However, those chance circumstances that brought You into my life were about to take You out of my life just as quickly.  But i wanted to know more i HAD to know more.   I wasn’t ready for You to walk out that quickly.  Somehow i just knew i had to experince You at least once.  I had to try engage you. Somehow i knew i would always regret it if i didn't. Whether it would pay off or not I had no idea but I had to try.  What I found when I tried wasn’t what I was looking for, but it would prove to be what I needed.  That was a year ago that I anxiously toyed with the phone deciding whether to try; what would I write, what would I say, would You even remember who I was? When that voice first awoke something in me it belonged to a stranger.  Today that voice still envokes those same butterflies, but now it belongs to my Master!

I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FREE, ALL THE WHILE COMPLETELY BOUND BY THE DEEPEST OF ALL EMOTIONS!

 Love and respect.   For the first time, in a very long time, I truly feel that I am free.  Free to be the me I have strived for so long.  Yet at the same time, I have the deepest bound I have known.  I no longer feel I am bound due to external stimuli.  I am bound on my own accord.  However, I am no stranger to being bound.  For so long, I was bound tighter than I ever imagined.  Bound by the circumstances, bound by the words, bound by my own image (or lack thereof).  There I was never physically bound, yet I could never quite move.  I didn’t aggressively struggle to try to break, yet it was a constant thought.  Instead, I stayed and quietly waited, waited for the bondages to slowly work loose over time.  Yet to my disbelief they just tightened more and more with every passing day.  As time passed and I slowly began to struggle to gain freedom, I only made it worse upon myself.  The words and on a few occasions the actual being flowed more regularly, more aggressively chipping away at my will.  And as my will was chipped away, the me standing in the way of me grew that much larger.  I was bound indeed.  And as time passed the frustration and emotions began to fester.  Until finally, neither the emotions nor me could be contained no more, and thus, began the daunting task of working myself free of those bonds.   So why is it that I now sing praises of being bound?   After lying patiently in wait for the bonds to loosen, after placing myself in harm’s way, after struggling to gain freedom, why would I place myself back in bondage?  The answer is quite simple.  There is no longer a me controlled by someone else standing in front of me, forcing me to remain bound.  There is only the me, the true me that has finally found happiness.  Happiness that escaped me for so long, happiness that was just beyond the grasp of my tied hands, is now in my hands.  Leather, metal, rope it all works wonders to place someone in bondage, but I no longer need them to be there, for I have love and respect. 

Rest assured in the fact that even though you are not present at the moment, that doesn't mean you're forgotten.  You have left a solid impression.  You walked into my life when you did and no can change that.  And ever since you have been leaving a trail of footprints, not only across my mind but also my heart and soul.  The difference now lies upon the ground we walk.  i no longer feel we're walking on quick sand as before.  Such unsteady ground that slowly eroded the beautiful trail of prints we left behind.  But rather we are now walking on soft cement.  While, the ground is not as strong as it will be one day, it is strong enough to support us as we walk together.  More importantly though, it enables us to leave our footprints behind.  Left without the worry that they shall be eroded away like those left in the sand.  Two sets walking side by side.  Two sets that shall remain set in my mind, body, and soul.  Much like the plaster impression given by a small child, it is proudly displayed not just for a brief moment(like most gifts), but rather is kept on display for as long as time prevails.  Just as that little plaster impression of 5 tiny fingers brings back a flood of memories and emotions, for so much love went into that simple casting.  The casting of your/our footprints does the same, for just as much love went into making them.  And they to shall hold up to the test of time.  All i can say is thank-you for creating such a casting with me!