So, it’s total solar eclipse day. Yes, I’m a nut about eclipses.
I’m going to drive a little closer to the center of totality, take an ass-ton of pictures, and I’ll return to post the best tomorrow.
Hang in there!
In Other News
Here’s another new book!
*trigger warning: poetry may contain sensuality and mild sexuality
When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes,
I dream of you.
Your hands all over me,
I’m so wet for you.
If you knew how you make me feel,
Your hands would be all over you too.
Reaching, stroking, touching low,
Deep down south where I want you to go.
I love the way you say hello,
When I walk in the room with that look in my eye.
And I love the way you ask me to dance,
With nothing but your enticing sigh.
Time
If time could measure the strength of our love,
You could weigh the universe on a scale,
And find it weighs far less than the bond that’s built,
Between me and you.
If you could tell time on a clock with no minutes,
The hours would tell only of a time,
That you and me filled the world with our souls,
And a love that transcends all time.
The Whole Enchilada
You’re the whole shebang,
The kitten-kaboodle.
The full icabab,
The best spicy noodle.
You’re the freshest lettuce,
The crispiest ensalada.
The shiniest pot of gold,
And the whole enchilada.
Skye Kinsley 
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