In the realm of freedom's flight,
Where red ropes hold a soul aloft,
Euphoria paints the night,
With every twist and turn of soft.
A body suspended high above,
In an embrace with nature's sky,
The world below seems to love,
As this dance unfolds so nigh.
Each limb unchained, each muscle free,
To move as one, in perfect bliss,
A symphony of you and me,
In the cradle of tranquil kiss.
So let us fly on winds so pure,
And revel in our boundless state,
For in this moment, we're secure,
In the realm where art meets fate.