Emanuel - The Hotline |
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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. I've been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights... Where are you now? I need your voice. There's not enough. You cant stop now I'm almost there. |
