Late Evening Wreckage
Just a shower
And the hard dry is gone
Giving way to a lousy and noisy flood
Softening, smelting, and swimming
On its path, the standing strongholds
Just one late evening
When caution to the wind thrown
Passion and emotion the eyes of reason
Blown, blurred and blinded
A sly look, a foreplay, bam! A foulplay
Just a moment of pleasure
When a man played host to madness
An empire in shambles, lives in shreds
In the arms of the weaker vessel
Just a late evening shower of sheer pleasure.
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