Tip... tap... tippity... tap
drops of water falls in delicate ripples
lulling my mind to succumb to nap
cooling the senses as the day sizzles
night into day, my body meets the gap
Tip... tappity... tip... tap
shades of gold for my sun-drenched skin
luxury and temptation are life's own sap
deeds are forgiven for all that's been
another color, a feather in my cap
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