Sex is tonic.
Testosterone makes a man sexy,
Giving him rigidity.
Estrogen makes a woman sexy,
Giving her suppleness.
Hormones in both rises to the peak,
When they excite each other.
It is hormones that take care of one’s health.
Hormones’ level increases
When sexual thoughts frequent.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I have my hormones balanced. Most doctors are giving women synthetic hormones, which just eliminate the symptoms, but it's doing nothing to actually replace the hormones you have lost. Without our hormones we die.
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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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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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Sexual Stimulants
Fruits make you sexy, with the skin in glow.
Sports make you sexy, with a toned body.
Love makes you sexy, with hormones in spate.
Their stimulants are ones in opposite sex.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hormones give lusture
Fair skin, fine features and high breed
Are helpless unless accompanied
By supply of sexual hormones
To add lusture to a woman.
Dark skin, rough features and low birth
Are helpful when accompanied
By high level of such hormones
To add lusture to a woman.
12.11.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What basically happens is your hormones get out of whack. Because of the stress in your life your body says, 'I need more hormones.' So, your hormones are trying to produce and produce and produce, and it's even more stressful and it is this wicked cycle.
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The role of hormones
Fair skin, fine features and high breed
Are of no helps for a woman
Unless she’s got enough hormones.
She would hardly excite a man.
Dark skin, core features and low breed
Aren’t hurdles for a woman
If she’s got excess hormones.
She would be a sex bomb to men.
06.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Woman's Fragrance
Lotus is blessed with a countenance.
Jasmine is blessed with a strong fragrance.
Fragrance in woman is sexiness,
A reflection of high level of hormones.
It's sexy women that imprison men.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Transition To Adulthood
teenage years are tough
too many conflicting emotions
too many conflicting expectations
bodily initiated transitions
child morphs cycles teenage adult
powers physical mental cognitive abilities
estrogen testosterone enter play field
bat reason rationality straight out for a six
mother nature whips hormones through a mix
estrogens primary female sex hormones
initiates hard wires female passions desires
testosterone jump starts male reproductive tissues
promotes secondary sexual characteristics
increased bone mass muscle growth of body hair
estrogens testosterone essential for health well-being
contradictions in behavourial requirements
grow up act your age your not a child now
no you can't do that go there your not a child
mixed messages merge with hormone havoc
increased study pressures examination stress
peer pressures required look expectations stress?
Would you mind adulthood more than transitional phases?
At this point in life where you're not really a grown up?
Neither are you a child exempt from adult responsibilities?
not experienced enough to work
not experienced enough to be your own self
but too old to depend on sheltering others?
Where do you go from here?
Careful young soul at threshold of adulthood?
Walk through that door into kaleidoscopic possibilities?
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Mother adds to beauty.
A woman becoming a mother,
In her rises the level of hormones.
With that, grow skin’s glow and composure.
She looks more alluring than she was.
21.08.2011
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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Sex Appeal
Sex appeal is linked
With the level of sex hormones,
Which is in correlation
With sexual thoughts generated
From the opposite gender
by seeing, hearing, talking,
writing, remembering and flirting.
Sex appeal slows down aging.
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Coy And Shy Woman
she takes the last seat
where i can see her most
with her bulging breasts
and sexy legs
i know what she is up to
but i can always pretend
that i am more
interested in political law
rather than
sex
i must be firm. i know.
but for how long?
i guess
i must not be too hard on
myself...
perhaps, dinner tonight
with her
may lessen
this rage of the
hormones.
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Sex and the Sexy
The sexy one may not be sensuous.
The sensuous one may not be sexy.
Women of beauty often lack passion.
Women of passion lack beauty.
In the one, posture arouses.
In the other, the hormones demand.
12.08.2000, chennai.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be Sexy Effortlessly
Being sexy is not revealing parts.
Being sexy is highlighting features.
Highlight hair, ears, neck, upper back,
Arms or legs but one or two at a time.
There's a fine line between being sexy
And being cheap, which a woman must note.
For a toned body, no need of windows.
For defying hair, no need of hair-do.
For evenness of the skin, no cosmetics;
For hygiene body, no need of perfume.
On a pair of high heels one is sexy
With breasts forward and buttocks upward.
To look sexy, woman must feel sexy.
In feeling sexy, she gains confidence
About her sexual prowess and command.
Be sexy effortlessly and feed man's eyes.
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Poetry Is Sexy
Poetry is sexy
Its lyrics aim to please
Poetry is sexy
Engaging in its tease
Poetry is sexy
It radiates with verb
Poetry is sexy
Every idyllic word
Poetry is sexy
Refined for purity
Poetry is sexy
Stripped of subtlety
Poetry is sexy
When read between the lines
Poetry is sexy
Laced with frilly rhymes
Poetry is sexy
Both singular and plural
Poetry is sexy
Every exclamatory swirl
Poetry is sexy
Grammatically raw
Poetry is sexy
Even typos and all
Poetry is sexy
Consummated publicly
Poetry is sexy
When performed properly
Poetry is sexy
Irrespective of its font
Poetry is sexy
Fashioned any way you want
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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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Oh Baby, You Look So Sexy
Oh baby, you look so sexy
On this Halloween night
And that tall black hat
Makes your eyes shine so bright
Oh baby, you look so sexy
All dressed up in black
I could really fall for you
When you're all dressed up like that
Oh baby, you look so sexy
In that long black negligee
We could really hit it off
If you'll let me have my way
Oh baby, you look so sexy
With your broom and your cat
With that sweet slinder build
One could easily fall for that
Oh baby, you look so sexy
Even with that wart on your nose
So let's get busy at it
As we rip off each others close
Oh baby, you look so sexy
Oh but what the hell
I guess you're not so sexy
Now that you've lost your spell
wrote 10/22/2007 by Norman Hale Jr.
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To the Other Half
On a September morning
I open the door to a blazing sun
Humid and scorched
I blink at the sun and my hormones
Which give an awkward shape and gait
To the body hanging on
A cliff of desire—
The desire trapped in the body contours—
In that blink I take a quick look
At the (un) written dictums of
Patience, tolerance, virtue
And all that’s associated
With me, the other half
All to survive and serve
A man’s world?
No, no, no!
Screamed my insides…
All needed to understand
And come to terms with
My own ever capricious chemistry
That keeps changing it’s equations
Umpteen times in a day
Within the same body…
All these days I was inhibitive
Of the play of hormones
That label me feminine
The vagaries of my biology!
I wiped off the sun
That kept burning my tough skin
To begin yet another day
For my hormones
To play on this arena
22sep2010
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