The Dance of Discipline (Patreon)

Elevated in a state of grace,

By ropes that bind and yet release;

A dance of discipline, where the mind is placed,

In a world unknown, but oh so serene.

The heart beats steady, with a rhythmic pace,

As the body hangs, suspended in space,

Each breath a gift from the heavens above,

In this moment of surrender, love finds its groove.

Red ropes enfold, like an embrace,

In this twisted paradise, where pain and grace combine;

With each tug on the thread that's tied to her waist,

She hangs suspended in her mind, in a state of fine art design.