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I Did Not Bite The Apple To Its Core (Terzanelle)

I did not bite the apple to its core,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy
but excused myself through the unlocked door

and kept to this tendency
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,
before the sensual sexual act of intimacy

not following her, but whished her Godspeed
and so I send three wanton women on their way
not kissing the embracing woman on the street,

not interested to kiss and play,
but now it feels as if life is speeding past
and so I send three wanton women on their way

I whish to have my life back as it was
to experience, to find the secret to life
but now it feels as if life is speeding past

and I am without a wife.
I did not bite the apple to its core,
to experience, to find the secret to life
but excused myself through the unlocked door.

poem by Gert Strydom
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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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Other woman

‘Other woman’ is an ego booster
And a sexual stimulant to man,
Though an enigma to woman, his wife.
It is past that marriage is eternal;
It is past that woman is house bound.
Both are employed; both have exposure.
The time spent by colleagues across sex
Is longer than the time spent by couples.
Proximity brings about intimacy
And intimacy leads to sexual love.

Other woman need not be a better lot.
That she is untried and hard to attain
Is itself her potent charm to tempt man.
Her presence acts like an aphrodisiac
And her nearness makes man alcoholic.
Marriage can give him a blanket of warmth
But can not keep him off from yearning.
Other woman fills the void existing
Or dig one and fill it with herself.
Other woman enjoys her quota too.

The marriages old and staid are shaken;
The marriages loosely held are broken.
Nay, ideal couples too bite their dust.
Staying separate is a catalyst.
Emotional infidelity sets,
To be followed or not by adultery.
Potent man each draws his ‘other woman’.
Who is no one but some one’s fertile wife.
‘Other woman’ is not a certain woman
But a woman of a certain period.

‘Other man’ and ‘other woman’ are drawn
To form a perfect pair by heart and soul.
They both enjoy their companionship.
She takes care of her looks and he, of his,
Which throw benefits to their spouses too.
Hormones in spate, they find purpose in life.
Husbands, by and large, have other women.
Wives shed their qualm to play other woman.
Male promiscuity is manliness;
Female titillation is womanliness.

‘We look before and after
And pine for what is not’ - Shelly
28.11.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sensuality

Sensuous means relating to senses;
Sensual involves sexual feeling.
Man kissing a child is sensuous;
Man kissing woman is sensual.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Betrayal

She was a faithful wife, friend, mother and lover
With the man in her life there was no other.
She thought she was his companion and confidante
And another woman he did not want.

But he had a secret that he could not tell
Of another woman he knew quite well.
He was going to play cards he had said:
Then went and climbed into her bed.

This went on for quite some time
Till he was seen by prying eyes.
She then was told by a friend
And her tears rolled down without an end.

She followed him one night to his so called game
And the address she was given was exactly the same.
She felt humiliated and betrayed
And her life would never be the same.

When he came home that night
He found his suitcase outside the door
With a note: I never want to see you any more
You had betrayed my love and trust
and my Pain is much to much
So take your things and go to her bed
From this moment on you are dead.

Alongside the note there were pictures of
The two embracing and kissing in the dark
Thinking they was alone in the park.

Now his betrayal came to light
As he begged and pleaded with all his might.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Women Of My Past

I remember the women of my past
How to them, I was just a plaything
Relationships that would never last
After they took all I had to bring

I admit it, I had some fun
Especially between the sheets
Nights ended and with the sun
I was alone between those sheets

There were women who wanted to play
With my body but mostly my mind
To them, all I was was an easy lay
Was this the only kind of woman I would ever find?

Flings, and a one night stand or two
Not that I wasn't looking for more
It seemed that was all they wanted to do
The next morning, I was shown the door

Looking for her, my.elusive love
I met women who became friends
But she, the woman I dreamt of
Was somewhere between this Earth's ends

To find her, I would solemnly vow
I'd never give up or stop trying
I had my share of heartache, and how
Some women liked me better crying

Long before this, the biggest mistake of my life
I was a horny teenager, with a pregnant girlfriend
Doing the right thing, I made her my wife
Ten years later, it shattered to an end

Damn! The years fly by so fast
Women, they come and they go
Adding to the women of my past
Barbara darling, you'll stay I know

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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For Fear Of Losing The Poetic Side

for fear of losing the poetic side
i go back to the secret garden
where my footsteps are forbidden
and i play a certain duality
the one that i do not like and yet i love
the one that is always hidden and yet so delicious
the one that i kiss and yet hurts my lips
the one that i embrace and yet burns my arms
i take the entrance only to find another exit
door of another door window of another window
i take shelter in the house that i do not wish to dwell
i assure myself
this is temporary but i never make promises that i will never be back.
this is the secret of poesy: heresy, lust, the forbidden
the apple in paradise

so crunchy and so sweet
that i begin to forget the reason of life
yet there is this life, this shortness of breath
all of it, it is everything that i have
that now i give, that now i must lose, to be whole again.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Part Of My Life

Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that

song performed by by India Arie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Banquet Of Love

I once heard these words in a song;
'You must remember this...a kiss is
just a kiss...a sigh is just a sigh, ' etc.

With you...nothing...nothing, could be
further from the truth.

Your kiss, is a ride among the stars,
a shower of moon beams and a
sailboat ride, in the Garden Of Eden.

Kissing you...is an out of body experience,
a transport to paradise and a creation
of ultimate passion and joy.

Kissing, every part of who you are, is
truly a banquet of love.

Let me feast of your love and of your lips,
for I am in love with you. Let me always
kiss your mouth...eyes...all of you.

Let us ride the feathers of angels, through
starlit nights-holding...kissing, for now...
and evermore.

Your kiss...touch...embrace, has captured
my heart...my very soul.

I send you this kiss...for the lips
I can not do without.

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To kiss you...love you...has made my
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each day I live.

A day without your kiss, is as a day
without sunshine. Just the thought
of you, gladdens my heart.

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ONE LAST KISS, FOR ALL THAT YOU ARE.
FOR ALL THAT YOU DO.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
BECAUSE...YOU ARE YOU.

YOU ARE MY WORLD. MY LOVE.

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poem by Joe Fazio
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