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| Dr. Ahmad Al-Qaisi |
She Bound Herself with Passion…!
On a velvet night, where the pearls of longing were scattered like secrets in the dark, she sat before her mirror, tying a crimson ribbon around her ankle—
as if binding a secret vow, one that could only be undone by the rhythm of love.
Her high heels declared her femininity with fearless elegance,
and the little details—pearl bracelets, shimmering nails—were not accessories,
but verses of a poem that could never be spoken… only lived.
She knew—every detail was a message.
From the shine of her nails to the charms on her anklet,
each whispered: I am here, in the fullness of my allure… ready to leave you breathless.
A Necklace of Desire
The evening slowly drew its velvet curtains,
and golden shadows danced under the soft lights.
She sat at the edge of the silk couch,
pulling a silk-like scarlet ribbon with longing,
wrapping it around her ankle as if weaving a spell of love.
It was more than adornment—
It was a promise, a spiritual tether,
a mark of a waiting filled with grace.
Her high heel—red as the first sin—lifted her above routine,
above the mundane,
into a realm of bold, untamed femininity.
Her shimmering shoe, adorned with glimmering stars,
told the story of a woman who beautifies not for someone else,
but to celebrate herself, her femininity,
and the one in her heart who truly deserves to see.
She fastened chains around her ankle—charms that whispered quietly:
a crown, a star, a heart…
symbols that speak only in the language of the soul.
At her feet lay scattered white pearls,
like traces of a past embrace,
or a prelude to a night yet to come.
Red chocolate hearts pulsed on the black carpet
as if they were not made to be eaten—
but to bear witness to a moment overflowing with passion.
She wasn’t waiting for anyone—
but she was ready—
as if she knew that when love decides to arrive,
it doesn’t knock… it enters.
When Passion Is Bound
She was still standing, her feet sunk into the velvet rug,
as if the earth itself was offering homage.
The high heels kindled her fire,
while the red ribbon coiled softly around her ankle—
a restraint not to confine,
but to tempt sweet surrender.
He was the one who tied it—
boldly, gently—tight, with intention.
He said nothing,
but the message rang clear:
Now begins the ritual of love.
Her fingers didn’t resist.
They helped undo her own restraint, longing to quench her thirst.
With each movement of her legs,
a silent shout echoed:
I am yearning itself.
The ribbon trembled. Her heart did too.
She had never felt more like a woman—
enchanted by the touch of that crimson thread,
as if surrendering to a love without pause or question.
All around her, red hearts lay like open letters,
and pearls of pleasure fell in no order,
symbols of unchained desire.
The star on her anklet wasn’t just decoration—
it was witness to an unforgettable night,
a night where her passion was bound not only by silk,
but by his gaze overflowing with hunger,
by her voice whispering in surrender,
by his words:
You are mine… in every way.
The moment stretched like a drawn bowstring,
ready for music.
And as the melody of longing began to play,
she began to loosen the bond around her bronzed, full legs—
letting her fire scatter gently…
here, there, everywhere.
Written by Dr. Ahmad Al-Qaisi
