I think a woman's body is so much more sensual than a man's. I'm not saying strip off all your clothes, but there are certain photos I like people taking of me, where I'm comfortable. As long as it's tasteful, why not?
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Sources of sexual pleasure
When you have a harlot,
You strip her of her clothes.
When you have your sweetheart,
You strip her of her modesty too.
When you have someone’s
You strip her of her guilt in addition.
When you have your wife,
You don’t strip her but remove her clothes..
Stripping is the pleasure
And the adultery is the foremost.
.09.12.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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F.M. Doll
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Naked
Naked as a jaybird,
it feels so free.
Unclothed, unfettered
like a baby.
Not worn down
with clothes all around,
ashamed to be seen
but when no one's found
in your company
you strip.
Strip away your clothes,
strip away your shoes,
strip away the make-up
and anything you use
to give a false impression
for the entire world to see.
You're not naked as a jaybird
so you can't fly free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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From the beginning I thought about working with the body in movement, the space between the body and clothes. I wanted the clothes to move when people moved. The clothes are also for people to dance or laugh.
quote by Issey Miyake
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Letter body
Everything is there in th letter
And the letter has no letter.
Your body is a letter
You have to read and float
And go further and further.
Are you feeling comfortable?
Have you ever enjoyed your sleep?
You are not at rest
And not seen your body yet
The most valuable gift given to you.
You have not kept the body
In good condition
And the body is taking your care
Read the body read the letter of the body
And go with the body to understand the letter
And make yourself ready to get the nector.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A woman is never sexier than when she is comfortable in her clothes.
The clothes back in those days were made so much better than clothes are today. They actually took time to make clothes to fit a woman's body. Today they make clothes that fit sizes, so it stretches to fit this and that.
quote by Debbie Allen
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Memories of Mom
There is nothing I can think of
That brings back old memories
As much as old family photos
What a treat they are for me
Especially ones of my mom
The woman who brought me up
I love to see her beautiful smile
I remember her tender touch
The old photos of her ironing
Reminds me of all her hard work
All the years that I was going up
There wasn’t a chore she would shirk
Oh look, at the little building
That had nearly fallen down
Mom and I were both born there
It’s a rare photo that I found
And here is my precious family
Mom, dad and my brother and sister
Mom is smiling so happily
I would love to hug and kiss her
Yes, family photos are treasures
Gives you thoughts to reminisce on
Like these wonderful photos here
They bring back memories of mom!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Moon
I'm a frozen river.
Moon, the heavenly
body is leaving now,
taking off her clothes.
Now I'm melting, cracking,
breaking up inside, and swelling
into rapids over rocks and leaning trees.
Once again it's morning here at
Crazy Woman Creek.
poem by Rick Stokes
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You know you can get gaudy with something, and they didn't do that. To me, I think it's very tasteful, well done, with the silver and gold and the engraving. I think it's very tasteful.
quote by Earl Scruggs
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A Woman Trapped In A Man's Body
ariel suggests that a poem should be written
about a woman trapped in a man's body,
and sometimes one may spell this kind of
trap as a tragedy as mostly projected by
those that claim that the happiest gay is
a dead one. I suppose it is just a matter
of how one sees the best that happens
when one is there. A trap can be a cage,
and to some a cage is a safe home for the
bird who does not bother taking the risk
of flying anymore. A woman loves a man,
and try thinking Ariel, how happy would a
woman be staying inside a man's body?
she makes love to him day and night long.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Need A Woman
Its been raining in the trenches all day long, dripping down to my clothes,
My patience is wearing thin, got a fire inside my nose.
Searching for the truth the way God designed it,
The truth is I might drown before I find it.
Well I need a woman, yes I do
Need a woman, yes I do.
Someone who can see me as I am,
Somebody who just dont give a damn.
And I want you to be that woman every night,
Be that woman.
Ive had my eyes on you baby for about five long years,
You probably dont know me at all, but I have seen your laughter and tears.
Now you dont frighten me, my heart is jumping
And you look like it wouldnt hurt you none to have a man who could give ya something.
Well I need a woman, oh dont i
Need a woman, bring it home safe at last.
Seen you turn the corner, seen your bootheels spark,
Seen you in the daylight, and watched you in the dark.
And I want you to be that woman, all right
Be that woman every night.
Well, if you believe in something long enough you just naturally come to think its true.
There aint no wall you cant cross over, aint no fire you cant walk through.
Well, believing is all right, just dont let the wrong people know what its all about.
They might put the evil eye on you, use their hidden powers to try to turn you out.
Well I need a woman, just to be my queen.
Need a woman, know what I mean?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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A Woman Trapped In A Man's Body (2)
ariel suggests that a poem should be written
about a woman trapped in a man's body,
and sometimes one may spell this kind of
trap as a tragedy as mostly projected by
those that claim that the happiest gay is
a dead one. I suppose it is just a matter
of how one sees the best that happens
when one is there. A trap can be a cage,
and to some a cage is a safe home for the
bird who does not bother taking the risk
of flying anymore. A woman loves a man,
and try thinking Ariel, how happy would a
woman be staying inside a man's body?
he makes love to her day and night long.
and she caresses him without any tong.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Watch As You Become A Woman
I watch as you become a woman
Shedding your girlish skin before me
I stand by the bar, ordering our drinks
And melt, as you're easier now
Confident and comfortable with everyone
Such growth since those teenage years
Carrying yourself as a woman does
You pick me up from the office
Still in your laboratory scrubs
So articulate and composed
As I slump my twisting wiry body
Down hard in the passenger seat
Still ill-at-ease with what I'm doing
I watch as you become a woman
On those Saturdays from hell
When I writhe in a bed of hate
And you perch lovingly beside me
Saying 'don't do this anymore,
There is more to life than drink'
You're beautiful, you're a woman
There are things that I don't doubt
One day when you've graduated from me
You'll shine like your potential must
Be an amazing loving wife and mother
And reach every height you’re destined for
I watch as you become a woman
But I wonder how long we've got
Before you realise I'm still a boy
I watch as you become a woman
Now I just have to become a man...
poem by B. Alexander
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My Prize
As queen you have been giving…
A set of characteristics…
Which set you apart…
In your soul, mind and heart…
Your body designed…within a great…
MIND…
Your heart is like the universe…
Having no end…
How on you…can man sin…
You who are the bees nectar…
The roots of plants…
You are woman…That mighty oak…
A bridge over trouble waters…
A GOD sent…
A precious creation…as is man…
But, you stand out…
Giving birth and all…
Having a warm cave of entry…
Tasteful…if need be… :)
You are man's paradise here on this earth…
Why can't (man) see your worth…
And never abuse but consciously respect…
You as the woman GOD…
Gave to man to make man…
A man among men…
Woman…I…LOVE…YOU…
Whisperkwane@gma il.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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In youth the human body drew me and was the object of my secret and natural dreams. But body after body has taken away from me that sensual phosphorescence which my youth delighted in. Within me is no disturbing interplay now, but only the steady currents of adaptation and of sympathy.
quote by Haniel Long
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Building Bridges
And where has innocence gone
Do we know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
All the words we are fed
And the need to belong
cause we cant get connected
Baby try
Where has our innocence gone
We whisper and touch
Its like we should start again
When does the strip begin
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Where has your innocence gone
Do you just know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given back
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some days I am everything I hate
Theres nothing if the truth wont survive
Some are taken some are given
Building bridges for the living
Some are taken some are given
Theres nothing if the truth dont survive
And where has innocence gone
Do we know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When does the strip begin
song performed by by INXS
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