I Kissed the Sun Rondine

I kissed the Sun dressed up like a sno cone, an array of Summer's tasty flavor; Hanging out holding a party favor melted candy coated nectar get's thrown, ice cold confetti kisses my jawbone; There's no time to apply for a waiver; I kissed the Sun; In my left pocket I held a moonstone to arrest this sugar high forever; So hot I could only indulge ardor; Multiplying just being in the zone, I kissed the Sun.