it’s the bitch in her
it’s the bitch in her
that keeps you on her dotted line
signed, sealed, delivered
your signature, her hand
done deal
used up and faded blue
the new you
(after all)
after all:
buckled down and tied up
your twisted tongue and caught breath
searching for sonnets
searching for sonnets
on hobbled limbs
and always bended knee
to sing, to plead, to offer alms
to your silent siren
who never listens, never speaks
who only hears her own measure
it’s the bitch in her
that keeps you here and keeps you hers:
her cheap fetish
her pygmy romeo
her corrupt fuck
it’s the bitch in her
that’s taken you down
rubbed you raw
cut you clean
wiped you out
bled you, bled you, bled you
it’s the bitch in her
that fucks with you
fucks you up
fucks you over
and doesn’t give
a flying fuck about any of it
it’s the bitch in her
that has your attention
your cock, your devotion, your heart
it’s the bitch in her
that makes you her bitch
HDB on 07 May 2007 at 6:32 pm #
Extreme, hot, directed, and definitley Bitchin’ . Your work is always inspired, and evokes so many moods and emotions. I hope you publish these works and share your gifts with more readers.
Thanks.
AvonBard on 08 May 2007 at 8:54 am #
It was the sonnet references that put me in my place. “A fine poem,” says your bitch.
Angela St. Lawrence on 08 May 2007 at 11:03 am #
You guys! Thank you. And good to see you back, Mr. Bard.
slavedavid on 08 May 2007 at 4:52 pm #
…now that’s poetry!
jeremy on 09 May 2007 at 8:42 am #
Ah, a vision of candlelight dinner is evoked…of course the candle is sticking out of my ass dripping hot wax as mistress enjoys every course.