She waits and watches.
He gathers his ropes.
Her day long, her mind full.
Her ears listen intensity.
Anticipation, excitement.
Her eyes watch.
With what ropes will he chose tonight.
The smell of rope lingering in the air.
Familiar, calming.
The running of ropes
Finding the bite.
She listens intently.
He steps forward.
The touch of rope
Falls on her skin.
Dangles upon her like a skilk dress.
Ran through hands of the craftsmen.
His hands brush her skin.
Rope follows hands
Such a beautiful dance in sight.
His breath left lingering on her neck.
She counts everyone
Of them.
Knots made.
Some gently hug.
Tention pulled they
Bite a little harder.
Her mind starts to drift.
She finds quiet and calm.
A grounding She longs to live in.
She is now his master peice.
And he her artist.
1 month ago. Friday, March 27, 2026 at 2:45 AM