In a dance of red and white,
She is tied in an ecstatic plight.
Her body, a canvas that weaves
The story of passion it receives.
A bird on her arm, soaring high,
Beneath the red rope's captivating sigh.
Her every curve, every line,
Marks the artistry of this divine.
In this tableau of passion untamed,
She is both captive and liberated named.
Red ropes wrap her in a dreamy embrace,
And we see in her form, an image of grace.