I wish to exist
in a profound expierance-
such as this; to witness her in all,

performing that deed,

which society tells her she should not do nor need.

To watch with the attention of both eyes and erection.
Utterly focused on this,
a most beautiful filth filled transgression.
And when she is through, her relaxed sphintor pleasantly smeared with bodys' perfume, while the last few drips slip, from her lips leaving her labias- ever so slick.
I would ask, as I spread her apart,
to hold herself wide whilst I push deep inside,
Have its tip, flirt with Vagus
It's pleasures physiologically you cannot deny.
In where she had just made an exit, a show, few ever see and most shy away, to next it.
Yet I long for the warmth,
the feel and slide of it all squishing about,
For my member in glides.
Messy is nothing that can't be cleaned up,
but it's filth that brings an intimacy which cant be debunked.
If this were not true, then why would two such holes serve both duel distinct purposes yet share such secrets an much more.