Bitch
Bitch
I remember when she was sexy
And had men for miles lusting after her.
I remember how she use to tease us boys
Shaking her ass knowing fully well that we wanted her.
I remember how she use to taunt and laugh at us;
And how she constantly reminded us that we were just mere pups
Who couldn’t take care of a matured woman.
I still even can remember how her lovers use to worship her body
And how they were so darn eager to please her.
I can remember her scent, her fragrance that drugged us all.
And oh lord, those tits, those beautiful tits
I still can remember how they seemed so freaking perfect:
So frigging soft and perky.
Hmm, I remember her promiscuous ways,
And how much she dreaded being tied down.
I can remember her crying at night, whimpering at the world.
-But all that changed when she became heavy.
And heavy for whom?
Hell, rumor has it, that she’s not all that sure,
But what she is damn sure of, is that she will carry this load alone.
She is very much different from what I remember…
She no longer has that voluptuous shape
That makes us men hard and mad with desire.
Her once firm ass is now spread and scattered all over the place.
Even her breasts are now heavy and tender
And they chronically beg to be sucked to be relieved.
And oh, I can’t but notice, her once beautiful spirited eyes
are now swollen from want of sleep,
For they now seem to cry out for comfort.
It is clear to see, that her entire body seems to be one big blob;
One huge damn mass.
I can’t imagine her once being man’s best friend.
-But, here as I stand in the shadows
I witness her wincing in the dark and moaning in agony.
I see her as she clinched and grind her teeth clutching at her swollen stomach
I hear her snarling at the world and I listened to her continuous sniveling.
Its just minutes before she births that which has grown within her,
And strangely, I can see the innocence within her eyes,
And the bewilderment of not knowing what’s happening.
Oh, look how she appears so loving.
Everything about her seems so perfect,
As I stood in awe witnessing the miracle that she was about to bring forth.
But, as I was about to praise her pedigree,
Her entire demeanor changed.
Her eyes that rained torrents became crazed and blood shot,
Her smile that once welcomed that which was hers became an ugly grin.
The tense face that had soften upon the arrival of her offspring
Became hard and wretched.
And the loving arms that welcomed her new born
Now pinned and smothered.
Oh, truly it is a sin to see a mother kill her young.
To see her get comfort and strength from its death.
Oh, it is sad to see this bitch breed,
Only to have a post abortion.
Oh what a paradox to see the birth place
Become the death place,
The nourishing womb become a torture chamber.
To see her lick her blood drench mouth with satisfaction.
Oh God, forgive her, for truly she does not know what she does.
I remember when she was sexy
And had men for miles lusting after her.
I remember how she use to tease us boys
Shaking her ass knowing fully well that we wanted her.
I remember how she use to taunt and laugh at us;
And how she constantly reminded us that we were just mere pups
Who couldn’t take care of a matured woman.
I still even can remember how her lovers use to worship her body
And how they were so darn eager to please her.
I can remember her scent, her fragrance that drugged us all.
And oh lord, those tits, those beautiful tits
I still can remember how they seemed so freaking perfect:
So frigging soft and perky.
Hmm, I remember her promiscuous ways,
And how much she dreaded being tied down.
I can remember her crying at night, whimpering at the world.
-But all that changed when she became heavy.
And heavy for whom?
Hell, rumor has it, that she’s not all that sure,
But what she is damn sure of, is that she will carry this load alone.
She is very much different from what I remember…
She no longer has that voluptuous shape
That makes us men hard and mad with desire.
Her once firm ass is now spread and scattered all over the place.
Even her breasts are now heavy and tender
And they chronically beg to be sucked to be relieved.
And oh, I can’t but notice, her once beautiful spirited eyes
are now swollen from want of sleep,
For they now seem to cry out for comfort.
It is clear to see, that her entire body seems to be one big blob;
One huge damn mass.
I can’t imagine her once being man’s best friend.
-But, here as I stand in the shadows
I witness her wincing in the dark and moaning in agony.
I see her as she clinched and grind her teeth clutching at her swollen stomach
I hear her snarling at the world and I listened to her continuous sniveling.
Its just minutes before she births that which has grown within her,
And strangely, I can see the innocence within her eyes,
And the bewilderment of not knowing what’s happening.
Oh, look how she appears so loving.
Everything about her seems so perfect,
As I stood in awe witnessing the miracle that she was about to bring forth.
But, as I was about to praise her pedigree,
Her entire demeanor changed.
Her eyes that rained torrents became crazed and blood shot,
Her smile that once welcomed that which was hers became an ugly grin.
The tense face that had soften upon the arrival of her offspring
Became hard and wretched.
And the loving arms that welcomed her new born
Now pinned and smothered.
Oh, truly it is a sin to see a mother kill her young.
To see her get comfort and strength from its death.
Oh, it is sad to see this bitch breed,
Only to have a post abortion.
Oh what a paradox to see the birth place
Become the death place,
The nourishing womb become a torture chamber.
To see her lick her blood drench mouth with satisfaction.
Oh God, forgive her, for truly she does not know what she does.
Posted by
at
02:30:12
I still think this ‘en bout no dog!
But if you say so, i believe u!
You are the author! and a great one, if i do say so myself!
laughing…its about a dog! Thanks for commenting…How come you did not leave your initials or your name?
Well the poem does have some human characteristics doesn’t it. Definately a play on words.
Thanks for the compliment. Every so often, I like my ego stroked.
CN