texture

The back of my thigh sticks to your leather
The sun is white-hot but doesn't burn
Your grip on the wheel is like a fortune
Written in stone, it's rough but sure
The wind on my skin it feels like cashmere
My top is down over Mulholland
Winding in and out of these serpentine streets
Like the loom on our tapestry
When we get home I'll fold the linens
I hope the wrinkles haven't set
The living room smells of eucalyptus
But I still prefer our sweat
As the sun goes down, I am your canvas
A blank white space for you to fill
The back of your neck is hot and bumpy
Reminders that you love me still
It was a long, hard journey to the center
But it's ooey, gooey, sticky sweet

Now I'm your favourite texture
Silk is soft but not as soft as me
Now you're my favourite texture
Strong like classic denim jean
Now I'm your favourite texture
Silk is soft but not as soft as me
Now I'm your favourite texture
Caressing me upon my cheek



Credits
Writer(s): Julianne Townsend, Jules Townsend
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