Inter gender massage
A woman can massage a man
Without getting her arousal.
She cannot stop her arousal
If he happened to massage her.
30.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Arousal's dark rainbow
Arousal is red
Violence blue
I'll paint bright a picture
And frame it with you.
Arousal is red
Violence is blue
Tears surely follow
But it's what she must do
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Bound, gagged and handcuffed
Ashamed of the view
Arousal is red
Violence blue
Make a dark rainbow
Shocking but true
poem by Chris Dawson
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For Shameless Popularity
That I do not find myself accepted,
By those who have acquired
A false sense of themselves...
Is fine!
I sleep well at night.
And I have a strong appetite,
For life!
To sacrifice the peace of mind I like...
For shameless popularity?
One must be burdened with and carry.
That is something I leave my deeds to do.
Wouldn't you?
If you knew...
You were the possessor,
Of such tremendous talents!
'You are certainly in no need,
Of an ego massage.'
You are right about that!
In fact...
You can massage my neck and back.
I am feeling a bit of tension,
From the affliction of this greatness.
Not to mention the attention...
Not solicited.
But leaves me stressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To cut ages, be with other sex
An eye for woman connects a man’s sexual glands.
When glands dry, feelings for women and sex dry.
To keep it alive, you be to charm the blondes
And in their arousal, your glands are squeezed.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Libido is meant to release.
A woman in thought gives you arousal.
You become sensational.
By kiss, embrace, erection, insertion
And emission, libido is released.
By fantasy in masturbation too,
The libido is released.
By monosexual, adultery is tamed.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm the type of woman you might say is too good. I'll massage a man's feet, have dinner cooked when he gets home. But once they leave, the door is closed, and the locks are changed.
quote by Angie Stone
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There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL convertible.
quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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Kota Kinabalu, Foodcourt
excited to hear
a young woman speaking
my language
as i was ordering
a roasted duck
and fried rice
beyond me a view of the
harbor facing
the manukan island
she says she is from Pagadian
and she is asking me if
i need a massage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leave That Noise On The Street
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay.
You've got to massage them down.
And give them attention needed.
Massage them done.
And those pains will go away.
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
A believer!
If you've got someone who's with you,
And...
Not uptight.
If you want your pains from you,
To go away to stay...
You've got to massage them down slowly,
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Everyday.
You've got to massage them down slowly...
Without delay.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Muscles in your legs pain,
Everyday.
And the muscles on your back too!
Everyday.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Even the muscles in your neck pain,
Everyday.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
Why don't you let me comfort you,
Every-day.
I'll help those pains you've got with muscles,
To go away.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
I want you here and near to be relaxed with me...
And leave that noise in the street,
To leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street to leave us peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
Just leave us, peacefully.
And leave that noise on the street.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Are Not Invalid
If an old couple stopped having sex,
It is not due to loss of their vigour
But loss of interest in each other.
Strangers can bring about their arousal.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Flattery
inside the room
you rest your feet
on the stool
and you ask her
to massage
these feet a little
gentle like the
way the other
woman does
not like the one
that a wife
does to a husband
the other one
is trying hard
to please you
while the real one
wants to finish
is quickly
and then you
tell her
that her love
is just
perfect for
this rare
occasion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For arousal
Females arouse males by their private parts
in all mammals, the parts well decked out.
In women they are hidden and buried.
Men sought their other parts for arousal.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yes - it's the same in any other work - the more you massage your thinking the more capable I believe you are of expanding how you go about things and learning.
quote by Siobhan Davies
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Be in enclosure
A slide of purdah once gave enough arousal.
Now bare limbs, sneaking cleavage,
Naked belly, even skimpy and kinky
Clothes fail to lure, duly accustomed.
Enclosed is valued.
Uncovered is subdued.
16.09.2000, Pklmd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To me luxury is to be at home with my daughter, and the occasional massage doesn't hurt.
quote by Olivia Newton-John
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I should prefer to have a politician who regularly went to a massage parlour than one who promised a laptop computer for every teacher.
quote by A.N. Wilson
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Guy Has The Best
Guy with no last name is the best,
He is a way, way above the rest.
For they are not in his stratosphere,
He has cute eyes, and a cute rear.
I have the experience I'm totally sincere.
I imagined me flying in to see him,
on one of my many trips,
pay him to be a masseuse
and massage my hips.
Hey, you have to have an entourage
Guy with no last name has a great sausage.
Italian sausage that is,
That was the favorite dinner in my house as a kid.
My cousins where Italians so we picked it up from them.
I digress, yes, Guy is the best, I do confess.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 16,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Rubbing Your Body With Sponge
work the hardness
of a day until it gets
soft in your heart
massage the sores
of existence
figure out the
leaks of lights
drink space and
open the mouth
like a cocoon
set free a monarch
butterfly
watch the colors
fly like a rainbow
disappearing
so the rain can
stop to shower
becloud and
be still
relax the sponge
let the skin
open its pores
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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