To sit under the stars
and drink the white honey of love
dripping from their chaste chests
is an elevating experience
that lifts the spirits to new heights;
sending tremors through spines
filtering jouissance from astral life
into the mortal frame,
relieving existence of meaningless strife.
Sitting under stars is a rite much deep
for the zest for rest of life to upkeep
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