In this city's embrace at night,
A woman in flight, a world made right.
Her body, suspended, defying gravity's hold,
In rope bondage, a dance that's bold.
The Eiffel Tower stands tall and proud,
Silhouetted against the twilight sky.
With every breath she takes in this air,
She feels alive, free from despair.
Her tattoos are a map of her soul,
Each line telling its own story to tell.
The city around her is alive with sound and sight,
But here, now, she dances and shines like light.
No. 08850