The Floating Muse (Patreon)

In the opulent room of grandeur,

A levitated woman holds our gaze,

Her body nude, a canvas for the eyes,

Suspended by red ropes, she defies gravity.

The grandfather clock ticks away,

As if time itself has paused to play,

The chandelier hangs from above,

A spectacle of light that dances with love.

In this ethereal realm where dreams come true,

She floats and sways, a vision anew,

Her arms outstretched in graceful pose,

Balancing the universe with her delicate nose.

This scene is more than just a sight,

It's an elevation of both body and mind,

A dance between reality and art,

In the room where time stands still at play.

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