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.