Sanctity - The Ghost Of You

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