Primal Passions run hot in Rio's shadows |
The wind blew through where the sun couldn't shine It took her to a different place & time One she couldn't ignore because the ruins made her feel like she had never felt before In the shadow of the ruins she craved for more The hotel had seen better days The creaking boards could give way Anytime as she could see but still she climbed bravely Beads of sweat began to form Rio's heat so stifling warm That's when she saw them pressed against the wall They gave her pause as the woman's red dress did fall ripped from her aching body as her legs locked in place She saw the Wild woman's face in this different time & place In the shadow of the ruins The body heat set them free So sticky sweet as they hungrily devoured the feast of their passion & gave in to the nature of the beast in true Rio de Janerio fashion This feast that made her take pause also began to cause her to lose control inside, to awaken Primal urges suddenly so raw So she ran to hide from the meshing that she saw But just as the man in flesh did penetrate the Wild One & pin her to the wall The moment ran its course in her mind awakening her to nature's call Because she felt the power pulsating in the shadow of the ruins deep within her soul She transformed into a flower radiating from her carnation Now a Wild Orchid does grow. |