A Friday night and young
  men and women are on
     the prowl
Discovering temporary love
  or whatever it means to all
     who crave and lust
RELEASE THE HOUNDS
  they cry out, a mantra
     of the times
A clash of body and mindless
  stoke the passions of flesh
     revealing self
A blend of lies and truths
  are sprinkled about to
     deflect what's real
Pride is taken and guilt is
  shamed as an awakening
     forms to clear conscience.