As filthy as it gets

Filthy sex is my favourite sex.
Sex where we get messy and sticky and sweaty.
When the smell of his come mixes with the smell of his sweat
and my cunt and the lube and oh God everything.

Bodies entwined on the living room floor,
Lube spills abundantly, a slippery pour.
With each hard thrust, gasps escape my lips,
In moments of ecstasy, breathless, I dip.

Spitting into my hand to lube up his dick.
Spitting on his dick to lube up his dick.
Him. Spitting In My Mouth, an intimate embrace,
Connecting our beings, a carnal space.

Filth, a concept varied, never the same,
For some, it's custard, oil, a messy game.
or something else that’s slick and wet and sticky
or rough wild fuck without dignity.

For others it’s piss. Actual hot, wet jets of piss
trickling down your neck and chest.
Warming you and humiliating you
and doing things, as dirty as it can get.

It's all these things, and yet none in a way,
Freeing inhibitions, norms in disarray.
Spit in my mouth, let it fuel our desire,
Piss on my chest, stoking the passionate fire.

And as your hand delves into my innermost core,
Gusset soaked in spunk, begging you for more.
Unleash your wild cravings, unending and keen,
Drown me in dirty pleasure, wash me unclean.