The orgasm is simply when the body does take over.
quote by Betty Dodson
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Flirt and copulate
A beloved gave her heart and then her flesh.
She gets quick orgasm.
The wife gave her flesh and then heart.
She gets slow orgasm.
An admirer gives her heart and no access.
She gets it in masturbation.
A slut gives her flesh and not her heart.
She never gets orgasm.
Unless you cause orgasm
You are not worth the man to woman.
Flirt and copulate. It is supreme.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Excerpt
i know...ha-ha-ha...i'm happy for you..
it's good you don't have children yet, at least you can do whatever you want. but in my case i have two boys and it's like a domino reaction.
mawala na ang trust nila sa ako-a.
(they will lose their trust in me)
maybe if i am divorced i could do whatever i want without any consequence.
maybe that's why she can do it because she is separated from her husband and she likes you to start with.
well
maybe i will too! if i am in her situation.
lami gud ang orgasm..ha-ha-ha
(orgasm is exciting)
maksingit gyud ko ug ahat,
(maybe i will scream)
ha-ha-ha
what a lengthy exposition when what you can do is simply make a very short and erotic
poem
ha-ha-ha, was that a poem already?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The proven bliss
Orgasm is agony of bliss;
Orgasm is emission of bliss;
Orgasm is exhaustion of bliss.
Only it is a proven bliss.
27.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man defies God
Orgasm is the bait; mating is fishing.
Birth is the catch; it’s the God’s wish.
Orgasm is the bait; orgasm is the catch.
Birth is outcast; it’s man’s crush.
25.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self denial is like self burial.
The middle age %
Women at forty are vulnerable.
Beware! Your estrogen levels are dropping.
Why not make the most of it right now?
Shyness has been shed; awkwardness has gone.
It is time for you to take the lead
When it comes to your own orgasm,
The orgasm that’s eluded you thus far,
From the monotony you stuck in.
You must reveal yourself in newfound youth.
You must assert yourself with newfound guts.
Yes, you must take the control of your sex.
If not, it is you who are the loser.
At this stage you are the most attractive.
Composure added, you are in glow.
As the sex is important part of the life,
Your assets unused must not go waste.
It is true you are hungry for strangers.
Men are hungrier for women of your age.
Now a stranger only can explore you.
He only can drive you to get orgasm.
It is time you tasted orgasm again.
Finding orgasm is not breaking home.
It is just physical gratification.
Man must shut his eyes and woman, her qualms.
He must let her get what he couldn’t give her.
If he let go of her, he’ll get such like her.
You need not elope, nor own a paramour.
Hire a man and fire him after he fired.
It’s not a crime when done with the knowledge.
Men must disarm his possessiveness
And abandon his probing tendencies.
15.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poem about Poetry - An orgasm of languages
flowers, they are
orgasm of earth
opening itself to
multiply
flowers, small, large
and colourful
poetry, they are
orgasm of languages
that gives new eyes
to the mind and - the world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Woman is awakening
His eyes went weary of my body.
No more is he curious to tear me.
Erotic pleasure is the causality.
How long could I go forgoing orgasm?
01.09.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Way To Create Meaning
there is nothing
wrong with
believing that when we
die
we simply return
to our
original nature
atomic particles
reduced neurons
roving neutrons
simply
untangled from
a body
it can be harsh
it can be truthfully harsh
but i am given
a choice
whether to be
literal or
figurative
whether to see
a landscape
or simply an
array of
random particles
floating in
air in silence
meaninglessly
what makes me distinct
is my imagination
as of now i am
a body
with all my senses
on
when i die
i can still be
a flying spirit
unseen
and still as
beautiful as
i think myself
to be
even if death
reduces me into
atomic particles
i can still
dance in the
mystery of
my own
fantasy
i refuse to be
simply
a meaningless set
of dust
beneath the
feet of
this earth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Lady of Pain and Sorrow
Once I loved you,
Once I cherished your phantom flesh,
Once I lost myself in orgasm after orgasm,
Once I bought you flowers (what a cliche!)
You were the Queen of hellish thoughts,
Sweet Harlot and Mother of Lies,
You made me long for your rotting corpse
In your heavenly and bestial disguise,
But now I see you for what you are,
As the rabbit sees the fox before it dies,
Now I'll see it wherever I turn,
The cold, implacable cruelty of your eyes! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Mind in Sex is Supreme
Union of mind, not followed
By union of body,
Still sustains pleasure.
Union of body, not accompanied
by union of mind
Gives instant pleasure.
Orgasm exists as
Bodies and minds together fuse.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Extra Love
Extra love springs forth in woman’s body
In secret love, in a maiden venture,
In reunion, in about parting and
For conceiving, assuring orgasm.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Labourer and His Owner
Black and white -
His spade always wakes up the dreams
in the sands,
Except when he hugs
the coconut trees;
Sweat drops decorate his body
under the sun.
His owner, of the same age,
who simply stands
Or simply sits in some shade.
"A blessed man",
My mind always murmurs.
Now -
In the same coconut grove,
though very aged,
The same labourer decorates his body
with sweat drops.
But in the place of the old owner,
his dear son
Simply stands or simply sits.
Many years after,
My mind murmurs again, "Who
is really blessed? "
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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It
TO Kiss it, and hug it, and touch it,
To stare at it, to slide my hands beneath it,
To make my lips touch it, and to rub my body against it,
To bring it to life with me, to undress it and caress it,
To kiss its all body with my tongue
To be above it at its center
Of its being,
To sleep with it and wake with it
After a night of love,
To be crazy with it,
To dance with it, and be with it, and leave all that I have
Because, all because of it,
To destroy family ties, and make enemies of all people
Because of it,
Because it is wholeheartedly delicious
Because I can be free
Because my whole being likes to be with it,
Because I am in love with it,
Because I can be whole
Because I can be complete
Simply because
I am not me today
I am
I am still going to be.
IT.
Just it, it cannot love me in return,
It just laughs
And cannot understand,
It is just it,
And it calls me simply
Not even with my name,
That I can die for it,
It
Simply calls me
IT.
It’s crazy, I know
But tell me what I can really do about
IT.
IT IS NOTHING.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Your Visitation
Visitation you know, is a Ministry in need,
Is simply God's way to sow local seed.
You don't need a pulpit on which you can perch,
Just simply point people the way to the Church.
'I don't know how to preach, ' is what you might say,
Just simply explain how someone showed you 'The Way.'
This calling for men to go out on Visitation,
Is not some kind of new religious creation.
It was a command from the Lord, before He ascended to Heaven.
To His Disciples and a small group of about one hundred and seven.
So they started at once, to go out and preach concerning 'The Way.'
And being lead by The Holy Spirit, they knew just what to say.
So that tiny little group that once shook with great fright,
Grew into a great Body that preached with delight.
Now after two millennia of time has gone by,
That once great body, makes even hardly a sigh.
But He's coming again, we know this for sure,
And soon He may knock at your very own door.
Concerning your service, will you be filled with elation,
When God finally calls, on your Visitation.
(Copyright © 11/2002)
Sometimes Somewhere
there are times when i simply stand
beside a rail
on a platform that looks out to the sea
that does not exist
seagulls of the mind fly like white foams
fishing
for thoughts and digesting what solid resolves
are.
then the mind becomes a cloud that drifts
on another floating orange horizon
then the body becomes a river looking for
its banks
and then the eyes blink undecided
whether to become a moon
or a star
there are times when i simply sit and watch
time going by
and there is no certain direction
but i simply let all these doubts pass
hoping that they all die
like some kind of martyrs
namelessly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Body Of A Man
what i lost
was simply my body
the flat abdomen
gave in to negligent
fats
my strong muscled
arms
got the flab
i detest what my
mirror shows me
this is not me
i tell myself
this is me
the truth insists
too much sitting
too much poetry
the thinking finally
kills the body
the spirit soars
this is the real me
forget the body
i finally proclaim
myself before me
Creator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simply Alone
Simply alone as an angel cries
Becoming empty as all her
Hope hides
Simply alone she sits by a window
Bearing wishes of death to Un-fold
Hope lies
Simply alone with out her own home
Beside a story of healing worry
Simply alone and simply Un-known
Hope cries
Simply because she is simply alone
Hope hides hope lies hope cries does hope die?
Or does hope again try?
poem by Susan Covington
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I Could Have
i could have kissed you on your lips
and hugged you tight
and caressed your breasts
and licked your whole
white soft body
that night all i did was simply imagine
savoring your eyes
with my gaze
i did not even caress your hair
and touch
your finger
that night i was so foolish
when you left
i did not bother asking you to stay
i was so foolish
i simply wrote you this poem
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sex can still be great, even without an orgasm.
quote by Kristin Davis
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