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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Women Are Redundant
Amorous songs arouse.
Erotic scenes arouse.
Woman at sight arouse.
They are the substitutes
To the denial of sex.
Having been used to it,
Men dispense with women.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man & woman (3) 12 / 26 / ooo in bed
1) In bed a man's fail bring a woman's sorrow, but a woman's fail bring man's
exhaustion
2) In bed the hard part ends soft, but the soft parts end hard
3) A pole and a drench/ in bed the pole is bare and dry, but the drench is full
of fluid and shade
4) In bed the hard part ends thirsty, but the soft part ends full
5) In bed a woman cares for her inner part, but a man cares for external.
6) In bed one with monthly period, but the other is with daily one.
7) In bed a woman dries her body, but a man sweats salty water.
8) In bed the soft part shrinks deeper, but the hard part struts out
9) in bed a woman topping her man can smell another woman smell
10) In bed a silent woman angers her man, but a silent man arouse his.
poem by Jabberm Alessawy
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No nude, however abstract, should fail to arouse in the spectator some vestige of erotic feeling, even if it be only the faintest shadow - and if it does not do so it is bad art and false morals.
quote by Kenneth Clark
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The mode of attraction
He is struck by her sight;
He is lured by her curves;
He is aroused by her image.
Her flesh is his ultimate.
She is nonchalant at first;
She is moved in company;
She is aroused in sequences.
His hold is her ultimate.
A visual stimulus of woman
Is enough to arouse a man.
Amorous sequences of events
Are needs to arouse a woman.
Mere porn can lure a man;
But in story form, it lures a woman.
He wants to hold;
She wants a hold.
14.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Belief
Belief
Oh God if I might fail
then God still you will bless
impress on me that snail
and snake me none the less.
All men ar weak
who do not seek
for, by steadily grounding house
from pain joy shall arouse.
Madrason 09 12 1993
poem by Madrason writer
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Manner Matters
Even in clothes, women can be
Tempting;
Even in nude, women can be innocent.
Even kisses on women’s cheeks are naïve.
Even men’s looks on women can arouse.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Poets to Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
before known,
Arouse! Arouse--for you must justify me--you must answer.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a
casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
poem by Walt Whitman
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For arousal
Females arouse males by their private parts
in all mammals, the parts well decked out.
In women they are hidden and buried.
Men sought their other parts for arousal.
23.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Skies The Limit
Written by christine mcvie
If Ive been acting just a little strange
And you have noticed it too
Its cos my life has been rearranged
With the presence of you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
Can you give me one reason why
Youd ever let me down
I wont believe it baby, but Ill try
The truths goin to come around
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Sooner or later
Ill keep the promise
I made to you
Sooner or later
It will be greater
Then we ever knew
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Arouse Ye Brave Canadians: Lines Suggested by General Brock's Stirring Appeal to the People of Upper
Canadian's arms are stout and strong,
Canadian hearts are true ;
Your homes were in the forest made,
Where pine and maple grew.
A haughty foe is marching
Your country to enthrall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let every man who swings an axe,
Or follows at the plough,
Abandon farm and homestead,
And grasp a rifle now !
We'll trust the God of Battles,
Although our force be small ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let mothers, though with breaking hearts,
Give up their gallant sons ;
Let maidens bid their lovers go,
And wives their dearer ones !
Then rally to the frontier,
And form a living wall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
poem by J.D. Edgar (1893)
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Be modest to earn value
The breasts of a washerwoman are firm
And those of a danseuse i are in form.
But those of a royal lady arouse much curiosity
‘Cause hers are a much guarded property.
Formidability inflates the value.
21.06.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No woman exempted
Women take it as their credit
To arouse men in their contacts.
They will take it as an insult
If those men react towards them.
29.08.2006
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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Why Are You Waiting
What can I do Im at the door
Ive tried turning back theres no point in that now
What should I say, what should I do
Should I fix my hair oh why am I scared now
Facing the world is so hard do you know what I mean
People are so often hard and far too ready to say...hey...ohhh
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail, you wont fail)
Look at me stand outside the door
Like a frightened child with a nervous smile see
What should I do, what should I say
Should I speak at all
I am much too small now
Facing the world is so hard do you know what I mean
People are so often hard and far too ready to say...hey...ohhh
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail)
Why are you waiting?
What if I fail (you wont fail, you wont fail, you wont fail)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Woman’s portals
Portals of women to me are their breasts.
I never fail to fix them with my eyes
When I happen to set upon women my eyes.
Exemption to this is my mother’s
Which I have virtually sucked though.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sugarland
how situation changes
sometimes we do not notice
you look at the child's face
you think it is still the usual girl's face
the usual humiliation comes with a name
a old name
you fail to recognize that beyond
the girl's face is a strong woman
that you fail to recognize
you refuse to give way to the changes
look at you
miserable as a rat jumping from the boat
just to save yourself
and yet when you see the girl in that
woman's face
you keep on clinging to what was once great
falling like debris
upon the present citadel of broken pieces
how can you not see the misery in you now?
poor as a rat but prouder still like a lion
without teeth
disregarding the near death
ahead of you
miserable rich, wretched by the price
of your time
look at you
how can you not see that rat in you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Woman
If I'd be so inclined to climb up beside you.
Would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I ever find the key you hide so well
Will you tell me that I can spend the night?
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
If I could bottle up the chills you give me.
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
Leaving your clothes on the floor.
Making me walk out the door
And I still fail to understand
What it is about this woman.
Hopelessly melting as I stand next to the sun.
As she burns me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I have become,
Pop me open, spill me out onto the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
Leaving your smell on my coat.
Leaving your taste on my shoulder.
I still fail to understand,
What it is about this woman.
song performed by by Maroon 5
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Raindrops of Innocence
Crystal raindrops and romantic breeze
Arouse this reality that becomes you.
For the moon you are stood in nakedness
Intimidating eye with purity hidden for long.
Purity disguised with ruggedness.
Alas! Some raw gem you are.
As eye wear the coat of silence,
Raindrops still singing away
For this two in converse so
Deep, innocence you are arrested
My soul.
The sadness you feel about the world
Made you cry your heart away.
Amazingly! The roving eyes of adventurous
Men sees nothing of your pain.
They call you evasive, they call you deceptive.
For this emotionally depressed mind, them care nothing about,
But this day, eye so cherished the you in nature to me
You displayed
As eye brood this feelings thyself arouse in an
Inquisitive a heart that is mine,
Eye remember nature that weathered
These crystal raindrops of innocence
We shared.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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