Filthy

Filthy!, oh how it feels so good,
To say that word just as it should,
With emphasis on the letter F,
In your mouth, on your lips, so deafening.

Filth, it's the heart of my desire,
That wicked grin that sets me afire,
It's all about the things that feel wrong,
Naughty, dirty, where I belong.

Things forbidden, meant not to do,
But oh, the heat when they're pursued,
Fucking in graveyards on stone so cold,
Animalistic passion, a story untold.

At the gym with cum upon my chest,
The scent of his seed, delightfully blessed,
Sucking him off in an alleyway dark,
Thrills from danger, a lascivious mark.

In the bushes, he takes me from behind,
As dog walkers wander, so unaware, so kind,
Seducing a married man, a guilty delight,
Forbidden desires, burning so bright.

Blood on my hands, after a spank,
The sight turns me on, it's hard to rank,
Watching him fuck another, a fiery desire,
Bound to a chair, the flames grow higher.

A knife to my throat, pleasure so rare,
Dangerous ecstasy, a forbidden affair,
Nude self-portraits in the woods, so free,
Climaxing while indulging in my own fantasy.

Parents' evening with a butt plug inside,
The secret hidden, a thrill I can't hide,
Masturbating in the garden, neighbor so near,
Thrills in the open, taboo and clear.

But beneath it all, knickers should be worn,
Society's rules, constantly torn,
I embrace my filth, my desires untamed,
Living life my way, happiness proclaimed.

Exploring erotica that society rejects,
Cheating, blasphemy, and all the rest,
Feeling like a dirty, slutty bitch,
Used, abused, defiled, my itch.

I am a filthy kind of girl,
Embracing the nasty, the disgusting swirl,
Filth in my words, filth in my ways,
Unapologetically blurring the lines society lays.