The Hotline Testo

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 lets 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 can't stop now I'm almost there.