The Rope's Embrace (Patreon)

Wrapped in leather, she dances on the wind

Her body suspended, a canvas of sin

Eyes closed to the world, she flies so free

In her private pleasure, who are we?

To watch her rise above, her spirit unchained

A moment frozen, an image that's gained

The power of allure and the thrill of defiance

In her aerial grace, there's a silent victory in her stance.