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The Succubus

Carrie Page's avatarCarrie Mayhem

Destructively beautiful
She need only insist.
He knows she is deadly
But cannot resist.

Temptress of the Night
Snakes her tongue past his lips,
“Lilith”, he moans
As he clutches her hips.

He gives in to her,
This insatiable whore,
She remains unsatisfied
And wanting still more.

Foolishly penetrates her
In the heat of desire,
Deceived to believe
He’d melt ice with his fire.

“We two become one”,
She says with a hiss,
Stealing breath from his lungs
With her ravenous kiss.

Realization too late.
He has no control.
She quenches her thirst
Then devours his soul.

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Forever

Back in April, I shared a poem titled “Eternity“. It’s actually still one of my top 10 posts of all time. My husband wrote it for me years ago. That piece was actually part of a set of 2 poems. “Forever” and “Eternity” both still hang on my bedroom wall to this day.

 

For the last 4 years of my life I have been truly blessed. I never imagined the amount of happiness that could be bestowed upon me.

Over time our love has grown into something out of a fairy tale. We are inseparable, the victims of unconditional love.

Riches and wealth could be bestowed upon us and it wouldn’t make any difference. Our love is so strong that nothing can affect it. We just need each other and our family to make our lives and love complete.

Every passing day I feel like our bond is growing even stronger… more intense. We were placed on this Earth for each other. It is not a coincidence that we met. Our destiny was predetermined and it was fate that brought you into my life.

Volumes have been written and spoken about love but none share the intense feeling that I get when I lay eyes on you. That electricity is too strong to portray on paper or to vocalize. The current runs strong and will never fade.

Everything that I do is for you. I live for you. Every thought that runs through my head has something about you in it. The way you look at me makes my heart melt… it makes my head woozy with love. Your touch is exhilarating… electric. I long for that feeling.

Remember this year as the best year of your life. The birth of our son… the continuing maturation of our older children… the love that we share… no one on this Earth has a better or more fulfilling life than we do. The best part is that it has really only begun. We are infants in this wonderful relationship. Carrie, I love you now and forever.

 

It’s been a while since Brian has written poetry for me. Give this a like or leave a comment to encourage him to do it more often. 😉

 

Image courtesy of thesoshalnetwork.com

 

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The Apple

My grandson will be here in less than 3 weeks! This Throwback Thursday honors the powerful bond between a grandmother and her grandchild.

Carrie Page's avatarCarrie Mayhem

Ben Turner burst through the door, kicked off his shoes, dropped his backpack and ran into the kitchen. As expected, a shiny red apple awaited him on the counter. Without word, he snatched the apple and climbed into a bar stool to enjoy it.

“Hungry today Benny?” Asked Grandma, as she took inventory of the contents of the kitchen.  Ben smiled through his mouth full of apple and nodded excitedly.

He loved everything about having Grandma live at his house. Even getting her moved in last summer was a great adventure. Ben got to ride with Daddy in a big truck all the way to Grandma’s. He felt so grown-up as he helped carry boxes and possessions from her house to the truck. All the way back home he and Grandma sang and laughed.

On his first day of third grade, Ben came home to find the largest, most succulent…

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This is Your Life…

The Fight Club movie was released to theaters 15 years ago yesterday. I dedicate this Throwback Thursday to one of my all-time favorite flicks.

Carrie Page's avatarCarrie Mayhem

This ailing society
Is no magistrate.
Your choices are your own.
Life isn’t subject to approval,
And taste isn’t universal.
It’s your tale; Write the
Ending. Live the adventure.
One day you will be silenced; One
Minute a narrator, the next a flashback.
At that moment, your story is locked.
A legacy can’t be altered from the grave. The
Time for editing is upon you.

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Exposed

The pic attached to this post was taken last October (Breast Cancer Awareness month) in response to a friend’s “Go Braless Day” photo challenge. I’m also getting kicked around by rejection after rejection, which is the topic of the poem. Those things considered, I couldn’t find a more perfect Throwback Thursday reblog.

Carrie Page's avatarCarrie Mayhem

My soul is on display
All the world’s a critic,
Subject to their judgment
Vicious and sadistic.

Navigating within this dream
Vulnerable and naked,
Put before prying eyes
Only to be degraded.

Shackled by the fully veiled
The ridicule they impose,
If I could, I’d run away
And put back on my clothes.

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