Bondage on the Boardwalk
Added 2025-09-14 10:00:03 +0000 UTCOn 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.
No. 05129
