Suspended Ecstasy (Patreon)

In shadowed whispers, her form does dance,
A silhouette of passion's trance.
Erotic whispers echo through the night,
As she floats, suspended by red knotted light.
Her skin is bare, untouched and pure,
Each rope a path that leads to more.
An artful play on desire's stage,
She hangs in ecstasy, her body's cage.
In this dance of shadows and of light,
The ropes bind not just the form, but delight.