The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.
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Now that august is gone
Now that august is gone
And we all know that all augusts come and go
Is this woman? a woman of vertue,
Is this woman? a super woman
Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision
Is this woman? classy and stylish
Is this woman? preffesional or house wife
And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence
A woman of liberation and liberty
A woman of passion and compassion
A woman of thoughts and opinions
A woman of empathy and sympathy
A woman of concerns and kindness
.
A woman of confrontation or insecurity
A woman of altracation or tranquility
A woman of ambition or armunition
A woman of redeemtion or detention
A woman of power or affection
Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman!
I was questioning this woman
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Nothing Wrong
Sex is ridden with passion
When lovers come together
Or return after a long gap.
Sex is uninhibited
When the spouses make love
With mutual trust prevailing.
Sex gets cultivated passion
When a desire still tepid
Grows into passion in the proceeds.
Sex brings transferred passion
When a man works with his thoughts
On another woman he wants to mate
Or when a woman does with her thoughts
On another man she desired to get.
Sex gives host’s gratifications
When one subjects a low woman
Or one entertains a low man.
Oral sex is the peak of pleasure,
With man’s tongue on woman’s groin
And woman’s mouth under man’s groin.
Sex is met by masturbation
By both genders at their will,
They fantasizing their sexy persons.
The forbidden sex is the hottest
Where man feels the spirit of conquest
And the woman the spirit of liberty.
Sex with sex workers
Delivers an outlet for passion
For varieties and liberality.
Sex with same gender is a substitute,
Where people seek satisfaction
That they fail to get in normal way.
Experiencing sex is bliss.
Attaining it is the drive.
Sex finds nothing wrong.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without passion
I think and thought
i hoped and wished
i cried and mourned
i yelled and laughed
i screamed in excitement
then i realised it was passion.
Passion is strong
it is intense
it is a great feelin of emotion
love, hate, desire, enthusiasm, fondness, zeal, affection and ardor.
A man without passion is like a man without life.
Yes, i pride in myself, i have life because
i have passion,
i know love
i show affection
i know what it is to be fond of
i can give warmth
i am full of ardor.
Just when i was begining to be exalted by my feelings you came into my life,
i found you in my soul
then i knew what i claimed was passion, was nothing compared to what you gave me.
I came to realise that passion wasn't anything else but a woman.And not just any woman, it was you.
Then i remembered 'a man without passion is a man without life.Without you i'm incomplete, without passion i have no life
Now i can boast of passion of love of life.
Because i have you.
Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
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Woman, Oh Woman (A Song)
Woman, Oh woman
Why do you make me feel
Every time I'm near you
My heads a spinning wheel
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
When you touch me, I chill
When you kiss me, I'm in heaven
I've known nothing so real
Woman, Oh woman
When I gaze into your eyes
I'm blinded by the passion
I feel that's deep inside
Woman, Oh woman
Did you over do your spell
My hearts in many pieces
It sadens me to tell
Woman, Oh woman
What have you done to me
Woman, Oh woman
Did you cast a spell on me
Woman, Oh woman
In sadness I do tell
My hearts in tiny pieces
Did you over do your spell.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Lust is fire
Be she a metal, coal or oil,
No woman is immune to combustion of lust.
Intensity and duration of flame determine.
Woman is chaste by force.
Lust and fire are consumers.
16.10.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lust is fire.
Be she a metal, coal or oil,
No woman is immune to combustion of lust.
Intensity and duration of flame determine.
Woman is chaste by force.
Lust and fire are consumers.
16.10.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Agression pleases woman
She resisted my desire;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my kissing;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my stripping;
I overcame her resistance.
Overcoming resistance
Is some sort of mild violence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am the woman
I am the woman who is unstoppable
I am the woman
Whose dreams are immeasurable
I am the woman
Of a different breed, unbelievable
I am the woman
Of all times, incredible
I am a woman
With passion and purpose, unspeakable
I am the woman
Who decides where I should fall
In this universe, unpredictable
I am the woman
Who refuse to lessen my dreams
To meet man’s expectation, inconceivable
I am a woman
Of greatness and this greatness
Should never be compromise, remarkable
I am that GREAT WOMAN
poem by Kathy Elliott
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Copies
Duplicate, triplicate, quadruplicate!
I still have the original message to you all;
For i have created three works to satisfy my muse.
My breasts are very small in size,
But you will love me for what i am;
And like making a woman pregnant at the right time,
However, this original message is for you only.
The words from a wise man's mouth are very precious!
And wisdom gives light to those who have it;
So keep the first 10 cents from your Dollar to the Creator,
And the second 10 cents to the Bank!
Then enjoy the rest on the days ahead of you;
For, i am at the Donkey Island with my love.
Copies!
With many of them in this world to respect my muse;
But i am a woman and i need love from you,
Because, i do have the original message to satisfy all the copies around!
And, at the end of the day, be very wise to understand my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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Resistance is thought transformed into feeling. Change the thought that creates the resistance, and there is no more resistance.
quote by Robert Conklin
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
My dreams are of a
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
woman woman woman woman woman woman woman
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love Only I Want
A woman in frame attacks my bone.
A woman in shape thrashes my flesh.
A woman with passion whips my heart.
A woman sensual clips my mind.
A woman with strong vibes locks my soul.
But you with love bind me for ever.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self-Resistance
In time,
Everyone loses his real self
And becomes society’s
Non-being and slave,
Dreams dispersed and annihilated.
To survive with soul intact
One has to learn self-resistance:
Resist bowing your head
To the will of the machine
And accepting living death,
Resist abandoning your feelings
For callousness,
Resist doing as you’ve been told
And laying your heart to rest,
Resist every superficial substitute for love
That makes you less than human
So that your own image in the mirror
You detest.
If you fail to learn self-resistance,
Your child within will never flourish
And your original face will disappear
And the flower of your highest thoughts
Will fade on the sunless paths
Others have destined for you to tread.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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To tell something original.
She says, you are not original in what you are telling me
Any janitor in your office can always say that seeing that
It is different. I am original in this. I am feeling something.
I am original in this feeling and you do not feel it that way I see these things.
I am leaving you. It is the first time I am feeling this. It is this first time
That I am telling you. I am original. I have long searched what words to use
To tell something original.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The things I love with a passion
I rock and roll with passion
I talk out my soul with a passion
I eat good food with passion
I defeat bad mood with a passion
I sleep well with passion
I weep hell with a passion
I dream endlessly with passion
I gleam ceaselessly with a passion
I aim for money with passion
I do the same for honey with a passion
I listen carefully with passion
I glisten dutifully with a passion
I search for fame with passion
I research to blame with a passion
I walk everyday with passion
I talk and play with a passion
I embrace life with passion
I face nightlife with a passion
I laugh out with passion
I chaffe about with a passion
I cook with others with passion
I look at mothers with a passion
I touch gently with passion
I clutch tightly with a passion
I work hard with a passion
I rock mad with a passion
I gear up goals with passion
I stir up roles with a passion
I make friends with passion
I take weekends with a passion
I love kissing with passion
I love teasing with a passion
I make love with passion
I take from above with a passion
If push comes to shove
Label me old fashioned
For these are things I caption
In life with all my passion
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The real woman
Look for that real woman,
so beautiful as was made,
so shiny just like the stars of the night,
so original not like the picture woman.
I call them real for they;
know's their worth,
i call them real 'cos they respect,
even the last breath of their nostri.
I do call them real 'cos they are always proud of being a woman even in the den of men.
Not just a make-up-mask wearing woman,
but a woman of virtuous and dignity,
so strong and brilliant,
not even shieveried by the voice of the day nor the terror in the night.
Call them the real woman,
and they will keep being for real.
poem by Ogbonna Chinemerem
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An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
quote by Thomas Campbell
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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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