Sensualist
Backstory
I connected with a gorgeous nature nymph in 2010 - she was a professional writer - let’s call her “Em”. Before we spent time together and were still in the fantasy phase - one of the first emails Em sent me had a paragraph in it that just completely stunned me. I sat eyes wide and mouth open as I read the words until finally - when I reached the word "mangoes" - I burst into tears and put my head on my arms and sobbed at the sheer beauty of it. I swear - these lyrics are exactly what she wrote!!.
Lyrics
Ooooh-oh-ahhhh… ooooh…. I’m a total sensualist. Literally a tree hugger. A deep inhaler of beautiful smells. Sea brine, crushed camphor leaves. Rivers and sun. Shining on dry washing. Stones and old books. A touch-er-er of any interesting surface. A rubber-on-er-er of moss against my cheeks. A diver in-to-er Of sweet and salty water. A watcher of sunsets. Ooooh-oh-ahhhh… ooooh…. Nah, nah, nah, nah The way the mountains turn A thousand shades of blue. A taster of delicious food. Lime upon my tongue and mangoes!!! Sucking a lock of waterhole wet hair. I’m a total sensualist. Lit-er-ally a tree hugger. A deep in-haler of beautiful smells. Sea brine, crushed camphor leaves. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist. I’m a total sensualist.
Words and music by Jay Moxham
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