The hotline

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.