I stitch the eclipse stirring
In the cheeky blue of your irises
That the blackness
Will not engulf me.
A shot of stars assemble
Piecemeal in your throat
In the manufactured room
Between your elegant thighs.
There are a million honors
I could bestow but compared
To your name they are lackluster.
I grip your sides,
Salubrious fluids merging
After a triumphant hike
Through your wilderness.
mindlovemisery 
Is it hot in here, or is it just me? 😉
Hehe =)
Ha. You are so awesome. 🙂 Definitely one of my favorites.
I am so glad =)
Oh my my my–wonderfully rich!! Feeling the steam.
https://dimscribblesdiary.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/lake-eclipse-for-mindlovemisery-wordle-169/
Well, as I’m reading the replies thus far – I’m chuckling – with a smile that the Cheshire Cat would envy XD
Well done Yves – definitely an interesting divergence in means offered as a treat today 🙂
Thanks =)