Blooming Shackles (Patreon)

A rose lies on her bare skin,

Petals soft and delicate; within

Her body binds a web of red,

In silent dance with each flower's head.

Red threads wind round her graceful form,

A tapestry of passion yet unborn.

The roses bloom where they may fall,

Yet in this frame of blossoms all.

Love's song whispers through the petals spread,

As if to say: "Embrace love while you're red!"