Perspiration glistens on your skin.
I hold you close and take you in,
Savor your essence before we begin.
You smell of wickedness, taste like sin,
And I’m a glutton for damnation.
Lost in your nectar I start to spin.
You’ve played me like a violin,
Left me ailing once again.
You never seem to let me win.
Photography:Â http://fav.me/d8yotki
Carrie Mayhem 
sister – such beautiful poem – I wish a blessed Monday!!
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Thank you! Wishing you a fabulous week my brother!
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Sister – I am sending you over my contact information via your email….I can’t wait to speak with you. Let your Monday Shine!!!
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This was great
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Why thank you!
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And the new shades added extra mystery 🙂
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Such a ridiculous picture of me – that’s what I love about it. I will never be too old to play dress up I suppose. 😉
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LOL it’s called glamour
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I was going for an old Hollywood look, so glamour is good! 🙂
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🙂
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I loved this, Carrie! I’ve tasted this wicked nectar many times before 😉
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Thanks Joseph! It is Friday, I suppose that calls for some wicked on the rocks! 🙂
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