You are my handsome sun

He is more handsome than the moon at night;
Twists satisfy me deeply as he stars
Within me: there his cabaret delights
The tightest audience that find the bar's
Open for all those hours - it's been forced
To show the spread of liquors, for he thirsts
And wants to taste it all: once he has sourced
My origins in slow, determined bursts
Of tongue and then of cock, he is assured
That I will fall into a sea of love,
From which I won't be rescued; I'll be moored
At the feet of great cliffs and, up above,
I'll watch him gleaming, shining through the cloud:
"You are my handsome sun," I'll cry out loud.
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