Shadows and Soul: A Performance Piece (Patreon)

Amidst the crimson embrace,

Her form takes flight, a silent grace,

Red ropes bind her to the stage,

In this dance she finds her place.

Shadows play upon her skin,

The lights cast off her sin,

A dance of freedom without sin,

In the nude, she is not diminished.

Her hair flows like a river's path,

Her body moves with every breath,

In red and nude, a visual feast,

An artistry that nothing else can compete.