Blooming Shackles
Added 2024-04-23 20:00:01 +0000 UTCA rose lies on her bare skin,
Petals soft and delicate; within
Her body binds a web of red,
In silent dance with each flower's head.
Red threads wind round her graceful form,
A tapestry of passion yet unborn.
The roses bloom where they may fall,
Yet in this frame of blossoms all.
Love's song whispers through the petals spread,
As if to say: "Embrace love while you're red!"
