Not Your Bitch -the poetry series with Cynthia Ruth Lewis

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Not Your Bitch -the poetry series with Cynthia Ruth Lewis

July 23, 2011 by Scot

SWEET NOTHINGS

Don’t tell me you love me–
I know what you love:
my lips and my tits and my eyes
and my curves and my pussy that
fits you like a motherfucking glove

it’s the tangible things that you love,
and I know this because you only tell me
just before you cum

I have a mind behind these eyes
and a heart beneath these tits;
I like to have conversation
a little intellectual stimulation
some emotional bliss
but you just want to shoot the shit
and blow hot air in my ear and watch
me inflate like a fuck doll…
and there I am with my long legs spread
just waiting for your next declaration
of love

____________

I’M NOT YOUR ICE CREAM CONE

Give it up.
Don’t waste your time telling me
I’m the prettiest girl
or that I’ve got the most incredible eyes
in the fucking world

I won’t melt anymore

You might have licked me into submission before
but that was a long time ago:
at a low point in my life
back when I thought you were God
when you had promised me the world
but all I ended up with
was the short end of the stick
and a bad, bad taste in my mouth

so fuck off, you worthless dick;
go find yourself another flavor of the month
to lick

____________

WAITING FOR A SUNNY DAY

Sure, I know–
you love me

you love me when the rent is paid
when your ex-wife isn’t trying
to cut your balls off for child support
and alimony

when the car runs great
and the Lakers win…
but aside from all that
I’m just a piece of ass

it’s nice to know where I rate in your life;
somewhere between a hard cock
and a hard place

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Posted in Cynthia Ruth Lewis, Not Your Bitch | Tagged poetry | 9 Comments

9 Responses

on July 24, 2011 at 12:24 am | Reply winnie

write the fuck on!
- on July 29, 2011 at 5:46 pm | Reply Cynthia Ruth Lewis
  
  Thanks much for your support, Winnie!!!
on July 24, 2011 at 4:34 pm | Reply Harry Calhoun

Willikers, I just did some of dat stuff to my wife and I hope she liked it better than this! Good poems, though, although I don’t just tell my wife that I like her hooters and her mind when I’m gobbling the goose or when she is putting the pork sword in her giggle duct! I are a sensitive man! Just ask me.
- on July 29, 2011 at 5:50 pm | Reply Cynthia Ruth Lewis
  
  Haha…oh, I like it, alright, but I guess it just depends on who you’re with…
on July 27, 2011 at 3:18 pm | Reply Duane Kirby Jensen

Each of these poems grabbed me by the throat. Love your bare-bone style of laying it out there and keeping things poetic as you craft your narrative.

If you have a book out, I would be interested in getting one.
- on July 29, 2011 at 5:45 pm | Reply Cynthia Ruth Lewis
  
  Thanks for the compliment, Duane; much appreciated. I put together a chapbook of my stuff a few years ago, and I think I might have a copy floating around somewhere in my closet, but not entirely sure…..have to check on that.
on July 30, 2011 at 2:05 am | Reply Duane Kirby Jensen

Great. If you find it let me know the cost with shipping. I am looking forward to reading more of your work.
- on August 5, 2011 at 5:22 pm | Reply Cynthia
  
  Hey Duane–found the book, which you can get directly through me. cyn1966@netzero.com
on January 5, 2012 at 4:29 pm | Reply Lisa McAllister

These left me breathless. Your style is fresh and fuck anybody who doesn’t get it.