The Art of Restraint (Patreon)

In red ropes' embrace, she finds her place,
Free in this bind, her form unconfined.
Red lips part in silent song,
As each rope tightens, the melody strong.
Her body is canvas for artistry true,
A living sculpture under this gaze new.
No words can express what she conveys,
In the dance of freedom, bound by red bays.