Tied like a turkey (Patreon)

In hues of crimson and ink so deep,

This canvas is life's tapestry weep.

Red cuffs on wrists, a symbol pure,

Of bonds that tie yet also lure.

The eyes are closed, in serene repose,

A soul at peace with its own prose.

Tattoos dance across skin so fair,

Each stroke a story, nothing bare.

This image captures ecstasy's face,

In stillness and silence, an artistic grace.