Bound and Suspended (Patreon)

Swung high in the air, like a dreamer lost,

Bound to her fate, by rope and tree's post.

Dancing in the wind, with no escape,

A human cannonball, at life's mercy capers.

The leaves rustle with each sway of her body,

As she hangs suspended from a branch, maybe.

Her skin a canvas for the world to see,

Stripped bare by nature's whimsy.

A living statue, frozen in time,

Tethered yet defiant, in her nudity shine.

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