Breathing hard. Static on the line. I ll never get enough.
Emptiness of telephonic sex.
I imagine you undressing and i can barely stand.
Turn down the lights.
Your mouth turns me to rust.
So let s unwind.
I can t escape the hotline.
Take your picture. Bite you on the neck. It s all i wanna do.
Secretly romancing the recluse.
There is no touch. I am dead inside. This is all that s left.
Where are you now?
I need your voice.
I ve been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights...
There s not enough.
You cant stop now I m almost there.