'Torrid...'

...She let her guard down
freein' all her inhibitions
ignoring the warning signs
the red  flags...
disregardin'  intuition
casting aside all fears

So unprepared was she
to shed real tears....
 
Swallowing her pride
grabbing destiny
by the throat boldly
courageous she was

n' brave she must be...
 
In her possession a treasure
every man wants to claim
her needs know no measure
n' he desires no refrain
still no man has gone
but wants to feed on
what every woman
wishes she still had
but lost from so long...
 
With  eyes of indignation,
n' full of this knowledge
an unexpected invitation
the hymen is torn
innocence is taken,
n' an addict is born...


She was like
a piece of fruit,
ripened...
come to full fruition,
primed to his likin'
a passion he can't keep fightin'

Yet, there's no malice within thee
no terrany to take
innocence from her
it's not what he see...
 
Moreover, she's a treasure
to a weary heart
never will he abandon hope
that they'll ever part
becuz secretly within  his soul,
he's loved her from the start...
 
 
Conceding to be
is what's feeding he
this supple woman bares
where he's placed seed to breed

As they  rage in ecstasy like a sea
turbulent, tumultuous, unfettered, free
n' they scale the mountainous terrain
together, their  passion buildin' momentum,
what's started as a flicker, now a ravenous flame...
 
Each  bellow n' scream the holy name
she rains her pleasures, 'pon thee
givin' thy sacrificial frame,
calling out her blissful joy
softly, sweet,  he hears his name...

He's the King of her heart
bound by unseen forces
She, Queen from the start
chariot, to his horses

Racin' their pulses quicken,
now with shortness of breath
lyin' at the apex of their pleasure,
fallin' ultimately,  into a united climax...