Marriage is to sanctify
Marriage is a stage,
On which a woman declares
She will have with a certain man
Sexual relation since then.
This event she wants even
For the one she has had
Corporal intimacy.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enough, once done
I shall not be content
With a woman’s love alone,
Even with the physical intimacy,
Unless it results in the coitus,
Without the contraceptives,
Leading to the deposit of
My seeds in her womb,
Which is the stage of culmination
In a sexual relation,
After which I don’t mind
Being ignored or rejected.
Failure after the copulation
Is of no pain to the lover.
12.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marriage takes a toll.
Marriage is found to take a toll
On one’s sexual life, it is true.
However supportive and kind
He is to her and she is to him,
They go to bed with out the thrill
That they got when they got married.
Familiarity is the culprit;
Curiosity is the victim.
Frequency in sex fizzles out
And stops well before menopause
With sexual thirst ever growing..
The pair set their eyes to wander
And either commit blunder
Or end up as sexual perverts.
A man of sixty will thunder
In passion, given a new partner.
A woman of sixty will writhe
In passion if explored by a new one.
Marriage is found to take a toll
On husband and wife’s sexual life.
01.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Live-In Relation Leads To Solation
The courtship serves that they know each other.
The marriage entails living together.
Marriages fail from successful courtships.
Living together cuts space for movements.
Divorce is a cumbersome exercise.
Sometimes, pounds of flesh are extracted.
To circumvent the divorce from marriage,
Live-in relationships have been brought in.
In live-in relation, man and woman
Live together, having conjugal love,
And beget children with all sanctity.
It may or not lead to marriage later.
In certain cases, living-in is had
As a stop gap arrangement for marriage,
Living-in is as good as a married life.
It can serve being a good test drive test.
To end marriage is to sell a house.
To end living-in is to end a lease.
Live -in relation is easy to break
Before marriage or later from staleness
‘Till death do us part' has been outdated.
Living-in is a step before wedding,
Which is still preferred as it gives one joy
Of going public with the relationship.
With less commitment, live-in relation
Is easy to break and easy to acquire.
Change of partners drives out monotony.
After sexual life, isolation will set in.
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Save man from women.
A woman hooks a man in many ways.
A wife books him under dowry case.
A maid shakes him under molestation.
A colleague sends him for sexual harassment.
A scarlet feigns that she has been raped.
Women resort to filing such complaints
On the pretext of sexual harassments
To settle their scores at ease with their men
Notwithstanding their consensual sex.
Women are believed; men are behind the bar.
Kings are dethroned; lords are unseated.
Man-woman relation, held holy, is maimed.
Faith in family is shaken and broken.
Laws must rethink to save men from women.
27.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intimacy is feared
Lovers fear secrecy
As they both have secrecy.
Intimacy means connecting
The inner core of the two,
Which will expose their weak spots,
Fearing which they fear intimacy.
They want bodily intimacy
Without soul’s intimacy.
Such intimacy betrays trust
And will wreck the very love.
15.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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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.
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Possessiveness In Love
Sexual love is possessive to the core.
Man and woman entangle each other.
Man's possessiveness is for custody.
Woman's possessiveness is for a siege.
It's man's struggle to get a woman.
It's woman's struggle to cage him in.
He gives her money; she gives him honey.
She wants comfort and he wants loyalty.
Any intrusion will invite violence.
Suspicion is fatal to relation.
Woman is capable of handling it
By sheer show of virtue and prtence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are four stages in a marriage. First there's the affair, then the marriage, then children and finally the fourth stage, without which you cannot know a woman, the divorce.
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Prostitution lost its meaning
Jewels lost their luster.
Women discarded them.
Plaited hair is not a fashion.
It has become ceremonial.
Half saree is held lowly.
Modesty has come redundant.
Revealing is abundant.
Marriage is mere a contract.
Remarriage is as good as marriage.
Live in relation is stylish.
Sexual ties killed emotional ties.
Prostitution lost its meaning.
12.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love to sustain
When a woman says no to love,
She’s not rejecting you as a person
Her virtue might stand on her way.
When a woman says no to sex,
She’s not rejecting you as a person.
Her temperament might stand on her way.
In both cases, man’s patience
Would help her sustain her love for him
In both cases, man must fast
From intimacy o corporal contacts.
1010.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For children’s shake
Visual infidelity is not uncommon.
Textual infidelity is not uncommon.
Marital stability has not been shaken.
Corporal infidelity has come to stay.
Marital relation must cope with that
To keep the cradle safe for children’s sake.
27.06.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sinking by holding a straw
Married for four decades, my wife and I
Live without corporal intimacy,
Both spending our time with respective sex
And yet companionship binds us.
We would speak to each other on matters.
We would nag each other on issues.
Stale to each other, we’re particular
That the other has no one to flirt with.
She’s the only guy I could depend on
And I’m the only guy she could depend on,
Siblings and offspring having drifted off.
We would reserve what we have till we die.
The future is bleak as we both grow weak.
In case of one falling as bed ridden,
The other would be useless and yet we cling
Like one grabbing a straw, while drowning.
27.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
quote by Helen Rowland
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Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you; after marriage, he won't even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
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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.
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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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(Hate Ppoems) All She Can Do Is Pray Your Bad Friends Were Dead
You say without sparring a thought
About her every day needs'I must call
My mother she's the most important woman
In my life'You are so used to her you think
She's part of the furniture in the house
You treat her as if she's your sister
There is no passion in your routine
Love making and the intimacy doesn't exist
And all she can do is pray and wish your
Bad friends were dead they're always interfering
She will not reach a compromise withe the jackals
Who're always following you
She cares about you and the children
She loves you but she won't be dictated to by
Those who are always interfering in your marriage
She won't take orders from your mother and your
Sisters who want to manage your marriage
She hates your bad friends who take you
To the houses of ill repute and maybe you too
Must find your inner strength and make
This marriage work
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