It's just a fucking phone
but I miss the constant tone
of your desire streaming through
and finally coming home
Where angels on the moon
are singing in my ear
reminding me very soon
you'll be next to me right here
Where I can feel your skin
and taste your secret smile
and I can watch you dream
in the darkness for awhile
It's just a fucking phone
but I miss the familiar tone
of your passion and desire
making me feel less alone
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