Tied like a turkey
Added 2024-11-28 21:00:05 +0000 UTCIn hues of crimson and ink so deep,
This canvas is life's tapestry weep.
Red cuffs on wrists, a symbol pure,
Of bonds that tie yet also lure.
The eyes are closed, in serene repose,
A soul at peace with its own prose.
Tattoos dance across skin so fair,
Each stroke a story, nothing bare.
This image captures ecstasy's face,
In stillness and silence, an artistic grace.
