Breasts’ secret
Your breasts are not uncommon,
Like of which there are millions.
Yet at their contour, I grow erotic
‘Cause I haven’t seen them bare.
31.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conceal to reveal
Breasts bare, breasts with bra,
Breasts revealing the cleavage,
Breasts under blouse with bare belly
And breasts with contour visible
Have their appeal up in that order.
The more one is left for imagination
The more the beauty will reveal.
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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She must touch mine {adult contents}
I must touch the woman to grow erotic;
No need that she should.
I must kiss the woman to grow erotic;
No need that she should.
I must feed on her than she on me.
The only arena where
She can make me erotic
Is when she takes mine in her palm.
27.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Modesty counts
Breasts when hidden add value to the cleavage.
Breasts when hidden make the loins seductive.
Breasts when hidden add poise to the face
Breasts must be hidden to make men erotic.
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Small breasts
Small breasts are as much an asset; be proud.
The insecure only will seek large breasts.
Men of valour go for the handy ones.
Small breasts are an asset that humbles men.
21.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When we are sick, we want an uncommon doctor; when we have a construction job to do, we want an uncommon engineer, and when we are at war, we want an uncommon general. It is only when we get into politics that we are satisfied with the common man.
quote by Herbert Hoover
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It is a curious fact that when we get sick we want an uncommon doctor... When we get into a war, we dreadfully want an uncommon admiral and an uncommon general. Only when we get into politics are we content with the common man.
quote by Herbert Clark Hoover
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Nude as such is flat
But for hidden breasts,
Cleavage fails to attack.
But for slipping Pallu
Her chest is nonchalant.
But for low hip bottom,
Belly fails to rebel.
But for lifting skirt,
Thighs are mere slaves.
But for low cut blouse,
Back is barren.
Nude as such is flat.
19.12.2001, pakd
[pallu = the end portion of saree thrown over the left shoulder, hiding the breasts, contour]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Handkerchief Surrenders
If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,
feel flat against my chest
your welcoming breasts;
for me this would content.
If I could but feel
that dizzying quivering
your touch makes,
that for me would content.
If I can see
my own soul stirrings
in your beckoning eyes,
my contour
fitting your contour
perfectly,
I'd sigh
the perfect sigh.
So close we;
paper thin
the space between;
that all points of contact
blend
smooth skin
against smooth skin.
.
Give me your handkerchief;
wave it
before me;
and here is mine
in sweet
surrender,
buffeted
by that perfect breeze;
my
and your
deep breathing
brings.
mutually;
handkerchiefed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Exotic and erotic
I strongly incline my ears,
My sight i vividly open,
You complete my whole,
Your words and your touch,
Exotic and erotic
Your soft skin i long to touch,
Your tender voice i like,
My heart filled with desire,
Desire to love you more,
Exotic and erotic
Lets make a baby,
The pride of my seed,
So shall it be then,
Your love i desire,
Please rescue thee,
Exotic and erotic
Touch me like that,
Hold me like this,
Kiss me right there
Yes you are,
So erotic and exotic
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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The hidden treasure
Women may fail to arouse men
With their skin, limbs, face or contour.
No woman will fail to arouse men
With their breasts, the hidden treasure.
21.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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There Have Been Millions And Millions Of Years
THERE HAVE BEEN MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF YEARS
There have been millions and millions of years
And there will be millions and millions more
And I have had only less than seventy-
There is so much to see and be and know
I could understand far more than I do now
I have so much beauty and hope and love in me
Why do I have to die?
It does not seem fair or wise
So much waste and loss in my dying
Worlds in me that will never be known.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Haven't Given Up, Life
i haven't
given up,
life
even though u
made me,
my mother's
bastard,
your
bitch, life
i haven't
given up
you tore open
my skin,
exposing
moist meat,
raw nerves
and bare bones
i haven't
given up,
life
savoring the
dry milky-crust
of hunger
around
my mouth
i haven't
given up,
life
give it to me,
life.
Your obstacle's
have
shredded
weaker men
i haven't given up
I don't quit
maybe,
one day,
it will be you,
life,
that will
give up
realize
my resolve,
my stamina,
my struggle
and mostly…
my love of
the pain
Death
is the
only way
you will
defeat
me, life
But then again,
Death
is always
the
victor
by,
Tim Labbe`
Vayagara helpless
The count lost, you haven’t lost the world.
The volume lost, you haven’t lost the world.
The erection lost, you haven’t still lost it.
Lust for women lost, you have lost the world.
No vayagara can come to your rescue.
05.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't think any of our lyrics have ever been erotic in a sexual term, because I haven't really written, touched on, that subject too often. But, uh... I mean, I suppose they could point the finger at us for violence maybe in certain songs.
An Erotic Man
an erotic man
takes another woman away
and she is carried away
until another man
pumps bullets
and then the erotic man is taken away
by her husband
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To paramour
The apple you get tastes;
The apple you buy tastes more.
Not to say about the one stolen.
The porched one is the tastiest
To paramour is more erotic
06.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?
quote by Egon Schiele
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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The uncommon to be common
There are exceptions to rules.
When exceptions exceeds in use,
Rules relegate to exceptions
And exceptions stay as rules.
The uncommon one frequenting,
The common one is replaced
By the uncommon to be common.
Marriage is soon to be uncommon.
25.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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