Restraint, a dance with ropes
Bound by love and passion's hopes
A game of power, a test of will
To find in bondage one's own thrill.
The softness of her skin
Against the coarse red strings
A contrast that makes us feel
A sense of vulnerability concealed.
Is she prisoner or queen?
A question only love can answer,
For in these red ties' embrace
Liberation and captivity find their place.
The rope's kiss on her skin
Marks a boundary that's hard to spin
But in this dance of trust and play
Freedom is found through surrender, each day.
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