Lyrics: Henry Jackson
Music: Henry Jackson
Palm oil dripping hands grip tight a moonlit groove
Fingers painting on my skin the tension moves
Pressure in the rhythm you a sculptor I'm clay
Molding me electric taking all my stress away
Slow strokes I'm melting your touch divine
Tracing every curve you realign
Soft whispers breathing your hands so kind
In this moment you're mine all mine
Heat from your palms got me glowing a magma
Chills on my spine you orchestrate the drama
Knuckles dig deep unlocking hidden treasure
Each pressing note a symphony of pleasure
Slow strokes I'm melting your touch divine
Tracing every curve you realign
Soft whispers breathing your hands so kind
In this moment you're mine all mine
Every need is a secret you a poet in motion
Waves crashing over me you touch the ocean
Friction burns away the day leaves me anew
Your hands speaking louder than words ever do
Lotion slick gliding smooth as silky embrace
You turn my body temple into sacred space
Every joint you find every muscle you heal
A dance of sensations nothing fake or real
Slow strokes are melting your touch divine
Tracing every curve you realign
Soft whispers breathing your hands so kind
In this moment you're mine all mine
Lotion slick gliding smooth a silky embrace
You turn my body temple into sacred space
Every joint you find every muscle you heal
A dance of sensations nothing fake all real