He calls me when the sun dies and the moon rise
like a howling dog he calls my name
bitterly sweet i cant refuse
because i long for a touch his touch
salty sweat mingled with my tears
it hurts, my pain, I don’t care
he loves me if not only for the hour
as we move i can feel lust power
it almost feels like love
and as soon as it began it's over
he's dressed, out the door, I’m still under the cover
he's left me a gift to find my way home
what home? whose home? my home?
as i walk, the lights, still filled with ecstasy
all the face, all the people yet no one can rescue me
to the place where it all began 34th & Broadway
waiting for his whisper in the busy subway...

"i like that"

me too it's kinda sad though

thanks yau'll:-)