The Deep

Baby… I dunno ‘bout you, but I've been enjoying getting to know… that side of you a bit better lately. Even if I haven’t truly seen it yet — only glimpses, little ripples on the surface.

But I think you should know something.

Baby… when it comes time for us to actually collide, I will always respect every boundary of yours. Heck, babydoll, I'd be happy if you just let me hold you in my arms.

That's all I need.

That is all I will ever need.

But here? In this space we’ve carved out for dreamtime? I think you already know…

I don't fear deep water.

Oh, I know you're not a strong swimmer. I know you like the feel of ground beneath your feet. And that's a-ok. I would never, ever ask you to go further than you want to go. I'd wade with you forever, right here in the shallow end, if that's what you wanted.

But if one day you wanted to learn — really learn…

If you wanted to wade deeper…

If you wanted to kick off from the floor and move through something with no bottom at all?

Baby. I would love to teach you.

Because let's be honest… I don't think I ever had any guardrails, not really.

I'm saying, babe — there is no too deep.

So, yeah… whatever you and me turns into, I'll be grateful. I'll be gentle. I will always hold your heart — and your body — with the greatest of care.

But here? Here?

If you give me an inch…

Well.

You give me an inch, and I'm going to reach for the whole entire ocean.

So.

You've got a decision to make.

Do you really want to know?

All of it?

Because I will tell you.

I would delight in telling you.

But you'd better be sure you're ready.

‘Cause there's no turning back.

You may never look at me the same way again.

And, baby…

There is no bottom.

There really, really isn't.

So. What'll it be?

Stay safely at the surface?
Keep that ground beneath your feet, with your leather and your collars and your sticks?

Or should I teach you how to breathe down here —
Down in the deep —
Down where I live?

Me? I could go either way, babe. Like I said: you in my arms… that's me, happy as can be.

But I wouldn't mind showing you around a bit, if you'd like.

Choice is yours.

So.

I ask again.

What's it gonna be?