A Sundown Over the Castle

No idea how long will it last fetish on that nameless femmina? Water is bulging under the bridge. Puffing sound of passing gust, I can hear, boats are rocking. A pale white girl is swirling on the swing the elapsed master is playing his trombone on the street. Passerby are tossing coins. Lovers in the shadowy park, holding each other hands are watching the aged Sun recede. I am panting time is dwindling fast, dark is dossing slow. The night light is switched on. Getting smacks on my cheeks ,my fever has gone but I am still quivering bared alone.