The Hotline

Emanuel

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.