I want to disgust you.

Sometimes I want to arouse you.
Sometimes I want to rant at you.
I always want to entertain you.
But occasionally I want to disgust you.

Let's acknowledge the quirky things we all do,
Exploring our bodies in pursuit of pleasure,
Embracing sex, with passion and wild desire,
In ways that may seem dirty, unruly, and dire.

At times, when I perform oral acts,
A little vomit may escape my lips,
Yet I swallow it back, without a doubt,
Can you perceive its scent, as it covers your tip?

On occasions, I crave sex during my cycle,
Being on my period makes me horny.
sniffing my post-period-fuck fingers,
And uttering without shame., "Mmm, tangy"

I smell good when I smell dirty,
With the fragrance of sweat, urine, and my flow,
The greatest aroma, my gusset's bouquet,
After a quick pre-adventure rendezvous, you know.

When prunk blends with my natural scent,
Brewing for hours while I stroll to the bar,
It gives me a slight euphoric lift,
As I remove my knickers, not too far.

So, let's embrace the absurdities we share,
In our pursuit of pleasure, both strange and rare,
For through openness and acceptance, we find,
That unity and joy are closely intertwined.