Seated naked for all but the heels, she's unguarded. I bind the hands behind her back, lovingly wrapping her arms together. The ribbon snakes its way up, a mind of its own, slithering out of my hands entangling her. My vision coming to life, she is first consumed by the ribbon, followed by her desire for this, for me.

Traveling around her legs, upright, each twist and turn leads to her essence, just above her exposed glistening jewel. She writhes each time the ribbon’s forked end brushes by. The bow affixed now. A present submitted to me to enjoy, unopened?