Rope (well sorta) unfinished?

Doctor’s hands and eyes,
as I try to memorize,
every line and every curve.

A bowline here,
and a taught line there,
And look she fly’s in the air.

The lovely one is bound in rope.
And yet, she smiles, and laughs some more

The girl suspended from the floor
for me to torment even more.

Yet I find it hard to try,
as I am some what mesmerized.

The smell of hemp,
the feel of the rope,
I found my favorite type of drug