Wood Rot

I won't chew this wood rot. I'll fill in this blank spot. I want you, is it good enough? Come close but no touch. That won't do, it's not good enough. Squeeze tight, break blood. You rise with ice glow. I fall, eyes closed. Become one. Curled toes. Whispers on your nose. I want you; that's good enough. Come close. You're not close enough. Flesh melts, becomes one. We'll dwell on the sun.

*vox recorded via iphone; track produced in FLStudio10