Rope and Balls
Added 2025-09-19 10:00:04 +0000 UTCOn a green table, bound and still,
Beneath the gaze of a silent will.
Red ropes twist and hold so tight,
In a game of love and light.
Balls of color, scattered near,
A dance of shadows, far and clear.
In this moment, time stands still,
A captivating, bound thrill.
No. 08942
