Drinking the night away toward your bed, your loft downtown with dense traffic sounds all through the dark that never comes with street lamps shining, reflected in the block glass and the red hue drives us home as we squeeze and push each other through the door, through to the end where we collapse and desire subsides without contentedness, just a cigarette and another glass of wine, no eye contact, no intimate moment, just the guilt of giving into the body passion desire, warped minds cannot bend against, and again we rock, yes we roll as the sheets wrap round our ankles and I am held captive, your slave this night, just like we knew it would be hours before in the bar when our eyes met in silent communion, we slip away from the crowd to become two bodies twisted together in the rhythm of damnation