Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue

I am see-through, soap sliver you’re so thin,
As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin.
And gold, fatless finger to lip, one two three four hush.
And pulse to pulse, now shush.

She makes the sound the sea makes to calm me down,
She makes the sound the sea makes, I’m tired now.
She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the north sea.

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Chapoteando fuera de la zona de confort.