Is sex a sin?
The sexual desire necessarily comes
From the sight of a woman or the thought
Of her in fantasy. It stimulates
The brain, the brain excites the glands,
The glands empty the sexual hormones
Resulting in a rush of flood from the pumping heart
To fill the organs and that is the arousal.
Orgasm is the process by which the tension
Built dilutes, releasing endorphins.
Tension is gone; along with it are gone
Depression, backache, lumps and tumors.
Built up are the immune systems.
Stored up is the youthfulness.
Is sex a crime, a sin and condemned by gods?
30.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Age Cannot Dry The Sexual Taste..
Sexual thoughts excite the brain,
Which stimulates sexual organs,
Which activate sexual glands.
Lust is felt all the three stages.
Organs failing, glands can act.
One can still feel about sex.
Glands failing, brain can act.
One can still feel about sex.
No wonder, men and women
Past seventy or eighty,
Are turned on by persons
Direct or in photos or screens.
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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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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A fool not to love
Falling in love does you chemical changes.
Wooing, courtship and flirtation be on.
Sexual hormones surge up as the result.
Glands are squeezed and hormones spill over.
Besides sensations are there other rewards.
You feel great, thanks to Dopomine in brain.
You're in verve, thanks to adrenaline.
You feel smart, the brain builds up new cells.
You feel young, thanks to Oxytacin.
You live long, stress hormones under check.
Loving matters rather than whom you love.
The love subtle, mute, one sided too matters.
Physical intimacy need not be the goal.
Writing and feeling romantically matters.
Not a fool in love but a fool not to love.
02.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Want Of Beauty Is Made Up
With the level of sexual hormones high,
A woman is in glow, tempting men around.
Her wanting features pale into nothing.
Sexual thoughts stimulate sexual hormones.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Implicit talks
She and I love to meet and talk
And we talk a lot, all nonsense,
Nothing about love and intimacy.
Yet we know each other that
We talk out of sexual impulses.
We aren’t casual on our talk,
Being in sexual tension.
Women abhor lied comments
But enjoys sexual tension.
Go ahead and employ and enjoy.
04.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hatha Yoga
No kind of physical exercise
is superior to Hatha Yoga.
It gives you suppleness and sturdiness
It cleanses systems and stimulates glands
It preserves will-power and reserves energy.
It conserves stamina and retains youthfulness
It expands aura and adds to personality.
Then women can like you at any age.
What more?
06.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Like The Way
Somewhere inside my evolution
Karmically I seek retribution
Looking for love in physical beauty
Desire is the drug of the bourgeoisie
And now I try to intellectualize
Like a glimmer of good in a bad man's eyes
I am consumed by the flesh haunting me
I know temptation taunts the empty
So pour yourself over me
Until there's nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Because I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark
The decadence of giving into desire
Creates such entropy within
Looking for love in spiritual faces
Blind to the art of fabrication
I'm like a baby sucking mama's milk
Want to drink my fill and then some
Leave me alone
I always thought I was better than this
But temptation tempts the temptee
Pour yourself over me
Until there's nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Oh, because I like the way you move in the dark
And I like the tension, the tension and the spark, oh
Because I like the way you move in the dark, oh
You know I like the tension, the tension and, the tension and the spark, oh
This physicality
Shifting me chemically
Such power over me
It's just desire
I know it's treachery (shifting me chemically)
I know it's just skin deep (such power over me)
I know I should resist
I'm just too tired
Too tired
There's just one thing missing
One thing missing here is
Love
I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark (so pour yourself over me)
You know, I like the way you move in the dark (so pour yourself over me)
You know, I like the tension, the tension and, the tension and the spark
So pour yourself over me
(There's just one thing missing)
(One thing missing)
Until there's nothing left to see
(There's just one thing missing)
(The tension and the spark)
(One thing missing)
(So pour yourself over me)
There's just one thing missing
One thing missing
(So pour yourself over me)
(I like the tension, the tension and the spark)
(There's just one thing missing)
One thing missing here is...
Love
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man’s technique
Excitement is the first stage through which
A woman passes in man’s foreplay,
Her sexual glands being stimulated.
Plateau is the second stage to which
She sails with the fast heart beats together
With breasts swellings and bottom wetting,
In the course of man’s motion upon her.
Orgasm is the third stage on which
She claims following the sustained action
When her vaginal and pelvic muscles
Grow tense and subsequently contract.
Resolution is the final stage
When her heat subsides, her heart beats slow down
And the muscles relax to calm her nerves.
Man’s failure will cost his hold on her.
03.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Candlelight of Lust
The candlelight, that burns forever,
Surrounded in darkness or light, lust that flares inside wherever,
Sexual satisfaction, inflicted on humans whoever,
The journey through sexual pleasure, the most pleasurable endeavor,
The candlelight burns forever burns throughout life,
The firery yellow flame, that projects through eyes of delight,
The candlelight, that shines forever, through the darkness of the night,
Sexual intercourse, the flame that shines in plain sight,
Such a wonderful feeling, the most pleasurable to humanity,
An escape from the unjust world, the sexual fantasy,
The candlelight, the lightbulb in the mind, on the edge of sanity,
The light that guides the path away from all vanity,
Lust, the instinctive form of physical emotion,
The unsealed bond between two people without devotion,
Sexual satisfaction with high tension of notion,
The candlelight burns, even when the wind blows,
The phenomenon between love and lust, that was coined long ago,
A mystery in a two piece puzzle that no one will ever know,
The candlelight in the darkness that forever glows,
Sexual fantasy, the emotional bond between two,
A beautiful nature, frowned upon in society as a form of taboo,
An addictive nature, the constant fantasy to renew,
The best feeling of human pleasure, beyond what’s true,
Lust, the momentum pushed by sexual desire,
An equal partnership in happiness, the path to acquire,
The candlelight the glows everywhere with the tip of fire,
That lights up the horizon of the sea of dark desires,
The phenomenon of lust, the human instinct hardwired,
The candlelight, also correlated with nature around Earth,
Sex linked to the creation of birth,
The aftermath of sexual pleasure, the high degree of mirth,
Something humanity will never know, the fine line between lust and love,
Weather it’s the manipulation of sexual pleasure, or the connection to the beloved,
Nymphomania, the candlelight I speak of.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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The unparallel sensation
There must be a woman in person or by image
To excite a man’s sexual thoughts.
It is these thoughts that trigger his gonads
Which in turn release sexual hormones.
These hormones are responsible
To release rushes of semen
That travels through the tempered region
Causing a kind of sensation,
Like which no other sensation exists.
To achieve it you must mate
Or masturbate, which is easy to do.
09.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To activate man’s brain
Have a woman to woo
And a child to cuddle.
Fall for some heroine,
Though formidable or forbidden,
To stimulates your sexual thoughts.
Eat enough chocolate.
Avoid the company of melancholic.
Move with the young and women.
Less watching, more doings
Less readings, more writings.
Then your brain will remain active.
14.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spurts of hormones
Love talks, love scenes and love stories
Will trigger spurts of hormones-
Oestrogen and testosterone-
In girls and boys respectively.
Which in turn activate zones
Of sexual pleasure in brain.
Thus sexual pleasures are undergone
Without prejudice to virtues.
Elders must encourage youngsters,
And youngsters must shut eyes to elders
When they respectively indulge in love.
29.08.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual Thing
(laughing)
Jam blues man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games begin
Im your lust
And Im your greed
Im every sick thought
That you ever done dreamed
Eaten your cake
Now you want some more
Mmm, where have i
Heard that before?
Chorus:
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual thing
I am your
I am your
Im just your sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Lyin there
You look so horny
Talk is cheap
And startin to bore me
Hold me close
And tell me it feels so good
But damn, girl
You knew it would
Chorus
Solo
Glad to have met you
So pleased that youve come
But I must be movin on
My work here is done
Best believe me you, child
The pleasures been all mine
If youre in need, please do indeed
Call me anytime
Chorus
Theyve got you medicated
Its got you so frustrated
He caught you masturbatin
You rather be fornicating
Well then you come with me
Im gonna set you free
Its just a sexual
Aint nothin but a sexual
Its just a sexual thing
Talking:
What youve witnessed is a sexual fantasy
Please do not try these tricks at home
song performed by by Poison
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Cool Cool Live Cool
tension is life
life is tension
we all are love
the tension
each every day...
on office...
the factory
on house
the hospitals
on road
the life way
many money many
tension is life
life is tension
not bad
all ways good
not bad
love tension
live cool...
not fool
its not lol...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Sexual Fertility
A woman is sexy in whom
Oestrogin is found in spate.
A women generates hormones
As she feels beauty conscious.
Wide eyes, thick lips, plump cheeks
Can be the visual clue
About one’s sexual fertility.
04.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Success is dependent upon the glands--sweat glands.
quote by Zig Ziglar
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