A Rope Sculpture (Patreon)

In shadows dance the ecstasy,

Bound by red in naked liberty.

Shadows play in dark embrace,

A canvas where the body traces.

Ropes that bind become a frame,

Elevating flesh to an artful name.

Each knot a mark of artistic flair,

The dance begins with tension and care.

This is not submission but a song,

Of freedom found within the red tether's long.

A dance in shadows, a play in light,

An embrace of freedom, pure and bright.