Sexual beauty is vital
Women strikes the brain
that nourishes the phallus.
Phallus activates the glands
that keep you fit in stamina.
25.12.2000, 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
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Roots and shoots to feed
Your phallus is the root tip.
Your brain is the shoot tip.
Legs- root laterals.
Hands- shoot laterals.
Torso is the stem.
Navel is the centre of equilibrium.
No shoot development
without root enrichment.
No root development
without shoot enrichment.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
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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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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.
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Infatuation is harmless
Every boy is crazy for a girl,
Not so much to explore her flesh
As to solve his identity crises.
Teenage love is a harmless love
And withers before momentum gathers.
Don’t nib it; it induces glands.
5.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I'm not a doctor and I don't know the technical terminology, but I do know that sunshine activates our happiness glands.
quote by Jessi Lane Adams
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Quench
From your face
To your throat,
Your chest
To your phallus,
Everything
Belongs to
Me.
I’m thirsty.
Come and
Quench me.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Romance
Lie beside me…
And embrace me.
But don’t
Restrain me
If I go away
To romance…
The elixir of my life,
The fountain of love
Your Phallus -
The source of our baby.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Mating Mind
So evolution has made the human brain a phallus
A frontal protuberance that is rather callous.
It’s Darwinian lust that turns out these rhymes
For a chance to copulate and have some good times.
To quote a sonnet here and sing a song there,
And to paint a panorama for a procreating pair.
Lines of iambic pentameter are but a farce,
Have no more meaning than a baboon’s red arse.
It’s all in the genes and it’s all in the brain
And love is the demon that drives artists insane.
A picture of a pert breast and a moist massage
The passionate pant from a lingual lavage.
It doesn’t take much to get this member erect
It has bugger all to do with intellect!
Roy Lee 2009.
Dependence gives attachment
Fragile, coy, shy and timid were once women.
They were vines, clinging to supporting men.
Sturdy, erect, brave and bold are now women.
Men and women grow erect, clinging withdrawn.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is not threatened by lust.
He, who is after other women,
Is still not averse to his woman
He, who loves his wife,
Is still interested in other women.
Pleasure and affection are different.
Kannakhi never felt threatened
By Madhavi’s love to her husband.
Wife! Give him some loose end.
He will return to amend.
15.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Flood
When I overflow
In your mouth...
And your phallus
Wants to gush out.
Won’t you let it out
In my mouth?
Flowing together,
We’ll flood each other…
Wet, wet, wet.
Profusely wet.
We’ll deluge ourselves
With the brimming
Smells and sweat -
Of our pouring passions…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Latest is the best.
One looks funny in a photograph
Taken, say, a decade back
In spite of one’s relative youngness.
Why should one look better
than one’s earlier looks?
His latest image is the youngest
imprint in your brain.
26.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stroke
Stroke yourself up and down,
Down and up, on the sides and
Edges, the folds and fullness
Of your protruding tip.
And feel that sacred place
I want to worship ~
With my kisses x x x x
Yes, that potent phallus
Of yours, the holy 'lingam'
That would bestow
My Yoni with the seeds
Of our Progeny.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fruitless blossom
There were women at different ages
At different stages, with different shades,
Responsible for my springs and blossoms.
They remained as blossoms and withered.
Trees send blossoms in every spring and
Fruits later, though less in proportion.
Women of mine gave me only blossoms
Which fed my nose and left my stomach.
19.12.2000, Pmdi
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Faith activates God - Fear activates the Enemy.
quote by Joel Osteen
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Driven to wall
Good or bad, you have to be with what you have got.
A single spouse, no mistress, the law permits.
Red-lights are put out as AIDS threatened.
Flirting is futile as women learnt to be cunning.
Past is with bygone philandering. Pride taboos women.
Images in celluloid and in pornographic pictures
Serve as sexual stimuli, masturbation as the only outlet.
25.12.2000, Pmdi.
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The aged one goes hungry
As a lad I had my eyes on every lass,
That never led me to believe then that
As an old, I would retain the same lustful eyes
To suffer humility at the hands of women.
6.11.2000, Pmdi
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Callous women folk
Hundreds and hundreds of women
Were on the way, on who you set your eyes.
hundreds and hundreds of men
might set on them their eyes.
Women grow immune to men
and undermine them altogether,
with delight in men’s plethora.
Light attracting swam! Woman is callous.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
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Let the Feelings flow
When you tell me Dear
That you want to feel
My Yoni.
I wonder if you want to
Do it with your Mouth
Fingers or Phallus.
How about letting
Each of them
Take Turns...
In telling you
How they feel
Within the outer
And the inner
Peripheries of me
And my Yoni.
I am all yours.
Let the feelings flow…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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