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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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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The hidden breasts
A woman hides her breasts with clothes;
She hides them from being seen
To betray their presence by shape
More pronounced than the naked.
Anything that is hidden means
It’s location isn’t traceable.
Breasts aren’t hidden with clothes;
Breasts are decked out with clothes.
24.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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The face is value giver.
To know which breasts are lovely
From the two pairs looking alike,
I must know whose breasts they are.
The breasts owe their value to their face.
31.01.2010
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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A strange phenomenon
Breasts are a fountain to infants
And yet not seductive to them.
Breasts are nil in that sense to men
And yet arrest men by their sight.
03.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Trans-placement of sex.
Breasts were kept out of sights;
Cleavage grew prominent.
Groins were hidden with clothes;
Naval became distinct.
Mating across is denied;
Masturbation has taken its place.
Induced by the sight of
The cleavage and belly
Coupled by masturbation,
Man sheds his interest
To have sex with women
As people, having watched the cricket
From television, have lost
Interest in seeing it in person.
28.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lament
Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,
Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?
Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,
Hidden is the heart.
A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between,
Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream,
Gone are the rocky places and the green,
Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain,
Hidden, hidden.
O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen
Makes weather of grief, snow's drifting curtain
Palls th'immortal heights once seen.
Hidden, hidden is the heart,
Hidden, hidden is the heart.
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Hidden Talent
Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)
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Hidden
Hidden away I am.
Locked in my world of dispare.
I have to hide away.
Its safer that way.
No one can get me.
I can hide my pain.
Its all well hidden to the human life.
All hidden deep inside of me.
Hidden its all hidden.
Ive hidden myself away.
Hidden my life in my world.
Just hidden it all is.
Its best that way
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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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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Witches Rave
It sounds just like a scream
I dont know what you mean
Your witchcrafts all around me
In your ragged pagan scene
You tell me all the ways around my garden that you like
I float just like a bubble
Heading for a spike
All is well between the breasts of passenger and slave
Well never make it out alive to join
The witches rave
Youd like to see him suffer
For you fantasy and thrill
He fell sick while we made love
Hes out there, somewhere, still
Oh I feel the spell that you have cast, hot, pink, nasty
Bubble gum, coming down just like a big red coal
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
Hey! I try to keep all hidden
When you come around
Oh, no! the sight of broomsticks
Sliding on the ground
Youre levitating something
cause I feel so collectible
Were all lying natural
Hes watching from a window up above
I see he loves you, Ill bring you closer
Something in my fate says its not right for me
Tell me
Am I cursed or am I blessed?
I cant tell, oh yes!
cause all is well between the breasts of
Passenger and slave
Ill never make it out alive to join
The witches rave
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
I cant help from looking
Outside for a guarantee
For a guarantee
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Man made the heaven
God created woman and man invented lust.
God created impulses and man found devices.
He decked out breasts, waist and pelvis,
Man crafted kisses, bites and licks.
It is man, who turned blossom to orgasm,
Plexus to erotic and volcano to lava.
Also is man, who showed her heaven,
Hitherto to her hidden, and in serving
Womankind, found himself in heaven.
10.06.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Human’s breasts
Small or big, dark or fair,
Stiff or soft, erect or bent,
Fresh or used, raw or ripe,
Visible or hidden, revealing or
concealed,
Women’s breasts are men’s feasts,
A unique power unlike other mammals’.
07.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The wrapper has no use
How fully wrapped you appear!
How wholly draped you are!
However, you are to me naked.
Your pallu round the lean arm
Hides from me your flat belly.
Your pallu thrown over shoulder,
Close to neck gives me a clue
How deep your cleavage beneath is.
Your pallu brought backward
Covers the blouse with bra cut.
Your pallu brought forward over shoulder encloses deep armpit,
And the dimple of elbow.
Your pallu never runs over the head,
Which gives me all the clue
How you will look where you’re hidden.
I can see your long face, long nape,
and long hair and long fingers,
By which I can sense your hidden parts.
However fully you are wrapped,
However wholly you are draped,
You are to me fully naked.
To my passion or to my acumen-
To which should the credit go?
You can shut to my eyes.
You cannot stop my eyes.
11.05.2001, Pmdi [repetition]
[pallu is the end portion of Indian woman saree,
thrown over the chest and a shoulder
to hide the contour of one's breasts]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hidden Charms
Her lips are sweet
Her legs are big
Her looks can make you
Dance the jig
Her touch is so soft
Her heart is so warm
What knocks me out
Is your hidden charms
Her voice is so soft
Her love is so true
I think about her
Thats all I do
Shes weak and wanton
In my arms
What moves me darling
Is your hidden charms
When I hold you
In my arms
Brings out all of your
Hidden charms
Her kiss is so pure
As the morning dew
A real gone love
Is exciting too
Her eyes that talk
They say cmon
What kills me baby
Is your hidden charms
When I hold you
In my arms
Brings out all of your
Hidden charms
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?
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Modesty is the beauty
There was no occasion for anyone to discern
Her cleavage, belly or loin,
All hidden in the fully covered saree.
Her bust, not prominent, makes no mounts.
The only parts that she reveals are
Her face and forearms and no more.
At the sight of her, so much excitement.
In the presence of her, so much vibration.
All her hidden treasures are bare to accuracy
In my memory and fantasy.
It is not glamour but modesty
That provokes a sensible man.
10.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lelek To Me Forvever / Lelek Meni Zauvijek
Who took away from me, my son
To mourn above your grave, my son
To go below with you, my son
To reach the sky with a tear, my son
To spill a cloud from my breasts, my son
To open the heaven's door with a cry, my son
For you a heaven to enter, my son
To curse with a curse
To burn with a thunder, my son
I swear with a thunder in the wing of rain, my son
Made of my milk from my breasts, my son
Lelek lelek to me forever, my son
Lelek to me forever
Cut from breasts with empty hands I stand, my son
In drops I pour in clouds I'm hidden, my son
With bread in my mouth a bitter piece, my son
A cradle rocking in a grave, my son
Feed the earth with earth a grian of my pain, my son
Armfuls of sobs on fire to burn, my son
May the dawn freeze and outbreak halt, my son
Lelek lelek to me forever, my son
Lelek to me forever
I let my hair loose, my son
I tore my plaits, my son
Better to be in your grave, my son
Than to sleep with a stone on my chest, my son
Lelek lelek to me forever, my son
Lelek to me forever
Oh why did I deliver you at all, my son
Under this ruthless sky, my son
Your eyes dead to see, my son
Your hands dead to cross, my son
Your hair dead to caress, my son
Your cheek cold to kiss, my son
The sky will break from my pain, my son
The earth will open from my pain, my son
Swallow everything living in pain, my son
Into the black earth with my pain, my son
Lelek lelek to me forever, my son
Lelek to me forever
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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