The art of kissing
In the act of kissing,
Man’s lips are pursuant
And woman’s, recendent.
Kissing is man’s business
And being kissed, woman’s
05.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kissing You
And I cant believe its real
I cant believe its you
Cant believe its happening
Cant believe its true
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
And I cant believe my eyes
I dont know what to do
Cant believe you are mine
Nor that Im lying here with you
And I cant believe youre making love with me
And Im making it with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Kissing you
Through the night
I feel fire
And theres nothin but you in my mind
As you quench me all of my desires
And I melt in ecstasy
And I cant believe its real
Cant believe its true
Cant believe that you chose me
When I was choosing you
And I cant believe that you are here with me
And I am here with you
Softly kissing you
Forever kissing you
Oh gently kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you
Kissing you
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Before Kissing You
You don't want me anymore and i know that,
But i have to watch my steps before kissing you!
For the face of the moon and the face of the earth are before us,
And like an Africam woman in the land of your muse.
An African woman,
Stand up and prepare yourself like a woman!
An Ethiopian woman,
Out of the whirlwind to touch my heart;
But the attributes of your love is like war! !
And i have to watch my steps before kissing you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Kissing’s value
Kissing is an intimate expression
Enacted in any sexual encounter.
Kissing is an innate operation
Employed in all corporal intimacies.
Lip-locking and tongue plugging are the two
That distinguish themselves from others.
They connect the psyches of man and woman
And help then feel about theirs souls’ oneness.
Locked by their lips, plugged by their tongues,
The couple will derive a sensation
That sublimates the sensation they get
When they entangle themselves in mating.
When he thrusts open her lips and pierces
His tongue and when she gets hold of his tongue
He will his tongue as his organ
And she, her mouth as her lower mouth.
The kiss compensates the denial of sex.
The kiss promotes the interests of sex.
It gives instant satisfactions to the pairs
Who are forbidden to entertain sex.
The stigma attached to kissing gone
And its acceptability risen,
Liberality of kissing will take
Care of perverts of sex in their void.
27.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kissing My Love
When I'm kissing my love
I can hear a thump thumping in my head
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
I close my eyes and see
A pretty city
With a million flowerbeds
Ah I can hear the angels sing
Songs that only angels sing
He's such a pretty thing
That I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
Mmm ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Mmm when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
When he's kissing me
When I'm kissing my love
Ah when I'm kissing my love
I feel the blood pumping in my veins
Oh when I'm kissing my love
He's such a tender sender
With a sweet young frame
Oh now he's so good at what he does
All I wanna do is kiss and hug
He's got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I'm kissing my love
When I'm kissing my love
When he's k
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Kissy, Kissy
Kissing you was cold and messy!
What is worse, I caught the flu
Kissing him was warm as bliss,
so thrilling that my heartbeat missed!
Kissing her was short and sweet,
I missed her mouth and kissed her cheek.
I've had such a funny week
all kisses with no time to speak!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Your magic’s work’n on me
You know darling,
So full of missing you right now
I just had to fill up my eyes with your beauty today
So I could make it thru somehow
Oh it’s a cry’n shame
For both of our hearts to have to bleed
Oh you not in my arms
And me not to be graced by your needs
I should be holding you, right now
Getting lost in your ecstasy
I should be loving you, right now
Kissing you, oh so passionately
Oh woman, your magic’s work’n on me
You know darling,
You’re always on my mind
Tug’n on my ole heart strings
To hear your voice on the telephone
Oh what happiness that brings
I’m hoping and I’m pray’n
You’re feeling the same way too
Oh woman, I think I’ve fallen for you
I should be holding you, right now
Getting lost in your ecstasy
I should be loving you, right now
Kissing you, oh so passionately
Oh woman, your magic’s work’n on me
I should be holding you, right now
Getting lost in your ecstasy
I should be loving you, right now
Kissing you, oh so passionately
Oh woman, your magic’s work’n on me
Oh woman, your magic’s work’n on me
Song Lyric's ~ Words & Music © Gene Gamble/Two-G’s Music 1997
poem by Gene Gamble
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Her Hidden Treasure
Her flame was only for the women –
Not for us unlucky men;
A weakness lay for feminine way:
To feel an even fairer skin
In silky slide.
Her lips were for the satin love that
Only flows from rising breast;
The creamy tan was not for man
To pull towards a chiselled chest
In weathered hide.
Her hidden treasure down below
Would shy away from macho length
And only rouse upon the blouse
Undone by other sapphic strength –
In time, inside!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The case history of the kiss
Is kiss invented or natural?
It is an improved licking
Pracised by most mammals.
A kiss can be artificial,
Emotional or sexual or
An expression of victory.
Kiss can be on any part
But most expressive
When mouth to mouth.
Judas kissed Jesus;
Yudhistra kissed the dice;
Romeo kissed Juliet.
A friendly kiss, a loving kiss,
An emotional kiss, a lustful kiss,
An erotic kiss, a kiss of authority,
A kiss of victory, a kiss of vulgarity,
A kiss of prosperity, a kiss of nobility,
A stealing kiss and a kiss of adultery.
Rival kisses artificially.
Mother kisses fondly.
The beloved kisses passionately.
The lover kisses eagerly.
The last one is the greatest.
Kissing is a subconscious return
To suckling at mother’s breasts.
The lips resembles labia,
Which is long hidden to men’s sight.
Kissing is a way of sniffing.
Kissing is just for a whiff.
Lips could not have been
An erogenous zone
As there was no hygiene
Practiced in mouths in the Stone Age.
.9.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Miss Virginia does wish to kiss!
This is about the girl called Miss Virginia
Pencilled from the state of Pennsylvania
With enchanting lips spelt well fed
Beaming a sunny sunset of rosy red
She exercised a daily routine of kissing fashion
Induced by an early youth of kissing passion
She waited at the airport for his jumbo jet
As she quenched her last cigarette
Holding onto the moment
They first met on the Internet
She stares down his lips now to see what she can get
This bittersweet taste of a kiss
The unspeakable fusion of peace
O! Miss Virginia does wish to kiss
O! Miss Virginia does wish to kiss
With a simple touch of lipstick
Men will follow many a woman to the gallows
With legs and groins feeling weak
The kiss of life or death is a woman’s tomorrow
And like changing coloured leaves
This kiss can either die or conceive
This kiss can either lie or deceive
This kiss can be relied upon to bring relieve
To a troubled heart
That needs a new start
This bittersweet taste of a kiss
The unspeakable fusion of peace
O! Miss Virginia does wish to kiss
O! Miss Virginia does wish to kiss
And Miss Virginia will have her way
As their lips touch in mysterious ways
A kiss of love and a kiss of passion
Both have no thoughts of rationing
This beautiful moment of compassion
Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Chauvinist
I’d never really comprehended such a mighty range of
Shapes and sizes down behind, it’s really rather strange:
The buttock muscle in a woman, overlaid with fat
Is actually such a focal point for men to want to pat
Or squeeze, and then to tease her if it’s eminently stout,
Or even risk a stay in clink to sting it with a clout!
After all, we men are tuned to be that way inclined –
And tho’ our needs are varied, girls, they’re all perverse of mind!
Best of all, our sacred dream: to see her shed her gown
When gliding to the shower for the ritual sponging down.
But then alas! With body lathered, oops! she drops the soap;
‘Please! ’ we beg her, ‘bend and bare! ’ But we can only hope!
I’m sure by now you get the picture – like a rule of thumb –
That men like me obsess all day about the fairer bum.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sensuality
Sensuous means relating to senses;
Sensual involves sexual feeling.
Man kissing a child is sensuous;
Man kissing woman is sensual.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Need Your Loving
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
Moonlit sky casts shadows down
Romance in the air is strong
Somethings telling me
I need your love
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
And thats a fact
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
Where are you at?
Looking glass reflects the moon
Your loves missing from this room
Baby, now I see
I need your love
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
And thats a fact
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
Where are you at?
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
And thats a fact
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
Where are you at?
Oh, I need your love
I need you tonight
Cant do without
Oh, I need your love
Oh, I need your love
So I can hug
And squeeze you tight
Oh, I need your love
Oh, I need your love
I need you tonight
Cant do without
Oh, I need your love
Oh, I need your love
So I can hug
And squeeze you tight
Oh, I need your love
Baby
Come on home to me
I need your love
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
And thats a fact
I need your loving
I need your kissing, baby
Where are you at?
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
And thats a fact
Thats where Im at
Baby
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
Now I know what
Ive been missing
I need your loving
I need your love
I need your kissing, baby
song performed by by Human League
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Beach Boy Blues
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
Im a poor hawaiian beach boy
A long way from the beach
cause someone shoved his face against my hand
Now Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
I was minding my own business
But drinking daddys juice
I swear Ill never touch that stuff again
Just like a pig before he gave his all that aluhau
Im in the pen
Got those beach boy blues
Dont the time go slow
Lonely beach boy blues
Only 30 days and 90 years to go
I want a taste of honey
From my wahinis lips
I want to be her ever loving man
But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Again
I see you turn your back on life again
And I see your stumbling down worked smooth again
I feel despair kissing our lips again
I feel despair holding our hearts again
You hear me crying behind your back again
You hear my heartbeat slowly down again
I feel despair kissing our lips again
And I feel despair holding our hearts again
I feel despair kissing our lips again
And I feel despair holding our hearts again
Oh baby yes
I feel despair kissing our lips again
And I feel despair holding our hearts again
I feel despair kissing our lips again
And I feel despair holding our hearts again
Despair holding our hearts again
That's right
Yeah
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Maundy Thursday
Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Hermaproditic
the gods shun them
the circles for they
know much and can
do much more
and so they divided
them to halves
and quarters and
so a man looks for
a woman, his better
half, but then there
were those who
earned the favor
from the gods,
they still have both
sexes, man and woman
inside their underwears
and you see them
loving themselves
at home with
who they are
and still keeping
up with their own
selfish mode
of reproduction,
making love
with their own
bodies hugging
their own arms
and kissing
their own lips.
just perfect!
the gods concluded.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We're That Kind Of A Pair
You've got me.
And that matters.
We can skip idle chatter.
And what makes nitpickers tick.
With interferring nosiness.
And You've-got-me.
When kissing with our lips.
They feel a perfect fit.
And You've-got-me.
When holding one another,
We wish not to quit!
A blessing is there.
We're that kind of a pair.
When kissing our lips.
We wish not to quit!
You've-got-me.
We're that kind of a pair.
You've-got-me.
And I'll always be there.
You've-got-me.
Of that I am aware.
You've-got-me.
We're that kind of a pair.
When kissing with our lips,
They feel a perfect fit.
When holding one another,
We wish not to quit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You ARE A Woman :)
You are a woman,
A strong woman,
A grown woman,
One who WON'T give me what I want just cause I want it woman.
He needs you woman,
A loving woman,
Non-trusting woman,
One who knows the difference between right and wrong woman.
I found a woman,
You're one of em,
So many love em,
You just need to see the places you can be woman.
Hear me woman,
Don't fear me woman,
You're near me woman,
We all face strife, gotta change yo life woman.
See me woman,
No fake or frontin,
Can't be me woman,
For I am a man and you need to be a WOMAN!
['Enpowering women since the age of -9 months :) ']
poem by Tamell Bailey
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Death Reveals A Woman
In the face without masks
Death is a woman
In the moment you know yourself
Death is a woman
At the end of all questions
Death is a woman
As the well of all answers
Death is a woman
At the end of all regrets
Death is a woman
In the liberation through tears
Death is a woman
As the relief from battle
Death is a woman
In the loving embrace
Death is a woman
In the dreamless sleep
And in the endless peace
Death is a woman.
10-12-2007
poem by Sr. ANTONIO MCKINNEY
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Suite for two lutes, edward martin & paul berget
I like the dance of a man and a woman
Just the two of them
The man dances always behind the woman
And they mimic the art of wooing
To the sound of two lutes
Edward martin
& paul berget
at first the dance was sweet and charming
the man almost kissing the woman
while he holds her swaying hips
somehow the dance did not last that long
and people are aghast
the woman fell down
hurt her leg and so embarrassed
she could not stand
the man could not help it
he called for medical help
for first-aid
it was not the plan
all the lights were turned off
the curtains fell
it was more than the dance that I saw
accidents do happen even on stage.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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