breathing hard. static on the line. ill never get enough.
emptyness of telephonic sex.
i imagine you undressing and i can barely stand.
turn down the lights.
your mouth turns me to rust.
so lets unwind.
i cant escape the hotline.
take your picture. bite you on the neck. its all i wanna do.
secretly romancing the recluse.
there is no touch. i am dead inside. this is all thats left.
where are you now?
i need your voice.
ive been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights...
theres not enough.
you cant stop now im almost there.