Roped in Pink (Patreon)

In her white-curtained solitude, she finds

A world where red straps bind her wrists and mind

Ecstasy or discomfort, it's a dance of art

In this image, her story begins to start.

Red straps across her torso, they tell

A tale that's open to each viewer's swell

Her pose is one of passion, a silent plea

For us to see beyond the red and white tree.

The curtain hangs behind her, pure and bright

It frames this scene with an artistic delight

In this image, we find not just a woman tied in red

But a story untold, a world that's yet unded.