Lost Restraint

Upon our first meeting, fear ran to my fingertips. Within a few choice words, The tingling became the titillation of lust. You opened a door, its hinges rusted, its boards warped by time. The sirens in my soul sang to me, warning of the danger yet luring me to walk with you upon a net-less rope above the sea. All that I once knew of seafaring dangers was washed away on the tide of hopeful innocence. I caste aside all thoughts of peril with childlike laughter. I paddled in the water, floating freely, unfettered by restraint.