The Rope's Embrace (Patreon)

In the heart of the room, she hangs,

Tied and bound by her lover's hand.

Her eyes hold secrets yet unseen,

A world beyond our own is dreamed.

The ropes that bind her are a dance,

An artful expression of chance.

She floats like an angel above,

In this moment of truth and love.

The straitjacket is a symbol true,

Of surrender and freedom in view.

Her story is one worth remembering,

A tale of love's sweet redemption.