Bondage on the Boardwalk (Patreon)

On the boardwalk where the waters meet,

She stands bound in crimson, a sight to see.

Red ropes embrace her, a bondage so neat,

Against the pole, a captive gracefully.

The wooden planks beneath her bare feet,

Echo tales of restraint and gentle art.

In the twilight’s glow, she stands so fleet,

A vision of beauty, a work of heart.

The water whispers secrets to the sky,

As she remains, a silent, bound form.

In this moment, time itself does lie,

A snapshot of passion, forever warm.

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