Breathing hard, static on the line. Ill never get enough emptiness (complete satisfaction) of...

Thu, 05 Aug 2010 00:29:03 -0400

Breathing hard, static on the line. Ill never get enough emptiness (complete satisfaction) 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 You 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 (completley alive) inside. This is all that’s left. (Not at all) Turn down the lights Your mouth turns me to rust So lets unwind You cant escape the hotline Where are you now? I need your voice Cause I’ve been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights There’s not enough You can’t stop now, I’m almost You can’t stop now, I’m almost there Song - Emanuel, better lyrics by me.

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Breathing hard, static on the line. Ill never get enough emptiness (complete satisfaction) of...