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Red cords hold her high,

Her skin a canvas for the sky.

Suspended in an air of mystery,

She dances in this kinky theater.

Each limb is tied to an unseen force,

Her body arches, a work of erotic source.

The ropes bind her yet set her free,

A dance with passion, forever and me.

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