Contortionist's Dream (Patreon)

In the depths of a dark embrace,

A body contorts with grace and pace.

Bound by red ropes that dance and sway,

In this stillness, love finds its way.

The world below is but a blur,

As she soars on her silent quest for purer air.

This is freedom found in every twist,

A symphony of sweat and muscle's might.

She floats like an angel with wings unseen,

A testament to the strength that lies within.

In this moment, she is everything she desires,

And we, below, are merely her admirers.