When Simone is bored and lonely, Simone writes erotic poetry. Enjoy!
The snake inside my intestines twists and turns,
Pokes and prods,
Bends and sways,
The butterflies in my stomach flutters about,
Trying to fly away,
Cannot escape,
The cat that has caught my tongue,
Will not leave my throat,
Nothing will come out,
But fur balls,
The heat in my loins burns and vibrates,
Slickens and wets,
Leaving me desperate,
For your touch
The animal inside me tears me to pieces
Inside to outside,
To be released.
I imagine that you would fill me
Quite so
While you talk of arithmetic
And future instances
I can only think
of how long
you
are
I imagine
how needy
my insides
are to
welcome you
inside
and feel within me
the beating of your
heart upon my skin
marking me for
eternity is how I love
to write poems about
the life of what I've done
to you when all I want
is for my insides
to feel what you
are like
outside
remake me
deconstruct the walls
built by Solomon
during the crusades
on my fragile heart
me me
take me
I give myself
to the all consuming
manliness
of your