The Ghost Of You - Sanctity
Right now you're touching me
But you are not here
My body hungers for yours
For your hands on my skin
What a subtle way to torture
What a clever way to win
You want me all to yourself
But you are never here
You show up like a lord
Claims over his lady
There is a lock and you carry the key
And my body hungers to be
Rolled to be whirled
All it's ever known of you
Are those etheric shields
The etheric disguise
What a subtle way to torture
What a clever way to hide
Counting on my doubting of
My very own perceptions
But my body of a woman
It knows it is watching
You
So subtle in manipulating
Looking so innocent
Through your ethereal shields
And my body of a woman
Tells me of the secrets
That you never reveal
All the darkness upon your will
Not so brilliant not so clean
I see you claiming me
And you're holding a key
What a subtle way to torture
What a terrible way to win
Hiding and creating the illusion of a distance
To have me all to yourself
While you are never here