The killing pleasure
When does man get his killing pleasure?
A win in a tournament, a win in an encounter,
Or a rout of an opponent? No, none other than
When he wins a woman’s sexual love.
12.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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My Child's Tournament of Chess
High preparations
Great apprehensions
Last minute advises
Hope for celebrations
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Reaching the venue on time
Dying to know the opponent's name
Waiting for the match to commence
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Win or lose?
Life gets stuck
No mood to stroll
Hauling the mind
out of the chess hall
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child starts appearing vulnerable
The opponent appears unbeatable
Praying for the win of my race horse
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Makes me meet all my weak emotions
Fear, jealousy, worry and doubt
challenge my sense of spiritualization
My mind gives me premonitions
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Gifts me a chance to become strong
A chance to climb up the emotional ladder,
for what I so long
A chance to look at the opponent as my own child
Pray for both to play their best
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child's tournament of chess
allows me to understand
the meaning of failure
Two faces of the same coin,
success is no different from failure
Both are the part of the same destination with no comparison
Who can tell which is more important the Moon or the Sun.
My love for my child shall remain the same
Performance is no benchmark for the same
Win or loss, loss or win,
I will always love him
Whatever be the result
of my child's tournament of chess.
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Difference in War (In English)
When, I was so calm and silent,
You invited me, in land of love-war,
By blowing mature love conch.
Love-war was getting, when its par,
You got to go, so far and far.
How much is difference there?
In-between, other war and love-war.
Alike, pain arises in heart so far.
When, opponent wins in other war,
And opponent escapes in love-war.
poem by R.A. Chaudhary

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He to kiss, she to get it
Man’s hands must hold woman, not hers.
Man’s lips must kiss woman, not hers.
Then only does he feel sexual pleasure.
That only can generate in her the same
pleasure.
04.11.2002
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
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The candle and the fly- relation
A woman in love is a candle with flame.
Like the candle, she burns out by pining.
A man in love is like a fly in flight.
Like the fly, he dies by the fire of love.
The woman and the candle end as ash.
The man and the fly end as the charred.
They all had had their quotas of pleasure
In their actions of draining and plunging..
We, the impotent need not mock at them.
Deprived of union by men’s sanction,
The lovers derived more sexual pleasure
Than did any happily married couple
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
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A harmless outlet
Tempting is woman’s pleasure.
Reaction to it is man’s pleasure.
To see her is his enjoyment;
To be seen by him is hers.
It is their primary outlet and
Harmless, to drain their libido.
11.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Yeoman service
Woman, be a flower
To emit fragrance.
Woman, be an inflorescence
To display beauty.
Woman, be a honey
To stimulate men
And be not a nutmeg
To betray longing souls.
This is the greatest joy
You can do to mankind.
Woman, grant men access
To have pleasure of your company.
You can do as many
As you can, a yeoman service.
12.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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I like the fact that we have all the teams in the tournament. When I first got here as an assistant, not everyone made the tournament and I think as a coach, you look at it from a job security standpoint, I think that hurt when you didn't have everybody in the tournament.
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Recurrence enforces
No woman would give way to a man in
The first encounter.
No woman could ignore the way if the
Encounter repeats.
The desire is bound to rise with a number of encounters
22.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Her Bum
‘Does my bum look big in this? ’ She glared.
I gulped and stared upon the floor.
I must escape; the bedroom door
Was open. ‘Run! ’ my senses cried.
But I was numb – nerves were fried!
‘Well? ’ She scowled. I sought a subterfuge.
‘It’s absolutely huge! ’ I thought –
But how to tell her that–? A short
And blighted life she’d wreak on me.
And so to Wife, on bended knee
I prayed ‘Oh please release me from this hell! ’
She gave a yell: ‘So is it big? ’
I looked again – a mammoth rig
Was hanging down – but how to say?
An honest man would surely pay!
I stuttered ‘Err... well, yes it’s nice.’
Her voice was ice: ‘But in this? ’
I tried diversion with a kiss.
‘I love you’ also burbled out – but
I was heading for a rout.
I drew a breath. ‘Be a man! ’ I growled
Inside this howling, quaking head.
‘Well actually love, ’ and now I’m dead,
‘It’s colossal – a real whopper... ’
The bedroom shook; I couldn’t stop her.
I daren’t publish anymore…
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Pretty much whoever wins the tournament at the end of the week is the guy that putted probably the best.
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Virtue persists
Every other man deserts his wife
For her extra marital sex.
Every fourth woman leaves her husband
For his extra marital relation.
One fourth men and one twenty fifth woman
Have had premarital sexual contacts.
As per survey in urban areas,
There are still scopes for women’s virtues.
29.09.2005.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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I would say you feel a lot more pressure at a national tournament than a state tournament. This is more of a fun weekend out with the guys. The national tournament is more business.
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The Fragrance Of Love
Man's love for woman is instant;
Woman's love for man is latent.
Man's pursuit makes her love potent;
Woman's image makes man's love vibrant.
Woman takes time to build her love.
Till such time she delays courtships,
With pretence of ignorance and
Indifference and connivance.
She takes time to study the man
In love and verify his worth.
She needs time to sheds her shyness
And say love to the man of her choice.
Her response to love is blossom.
Knowing it gives the man a thrill,
Which is the peak of sexual pleasure
Got in the episode of love.
Since then the love may grow further,
Come to a standstill or abort.
Regardless of the result, stays
In lovers' memory the feelings.
Blossom has fragrance; so does love.
Failure of fruit kills not fragrance.
Lovers reminisce at their past love
And beam at their worth for the other.
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Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
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Is sex a sin?
The sexual desire necessarily comes
From the sight of a woman or the thought
Of her in fantasy. It stimulates
The brain, the brain excites the glands,
The glands empty the sexual hormones
Resulting in a rush of flood from the pumping heart
To fill the organs and that is the arousal.
Orgasm is the process by which the tension
Built dilutes, releasing endorphins.
Tension is gone; along with it are gone
Depression, backache, lumps and tumors.
Built up are the immune systems.
Stored up is the youthfulness.
Is sex a crime, a sin and condemned by gods?
30.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Governed By The Libido
A chase by a cock, a chase by a bull,
Or a man's pursuit, after their females
Might be feared or frowned but not hated,
With sexual instincts dictating pleasure.
The case is like a praise any one will like
Not minding which quarters it has come from.
Woman likes being loved though not the lover,
With her libido releasing as pleasure.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Words of Heaven
The words of the heavens are arriving
To see supplications from the believers;
Inside the country of love is a belief
To encounter and explore, for all the folks.
The family has an abode forming pleasure,
Killing an accusation from the sky;
Looping fondly without the eye of splendour
A soul is born to contrive the next invention.
My quick work concerned me when in times,
This time the builders of houses entered them.
These phrases of love are hidden in the very breast
And this means the solution of the life is near.
poem by Naveed Akram

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Sexual Device
(stuart emerson)
Producer for bonnie: stuart emerson
Im a run away freight train
Headin on down your track
Im the eye of a hurricane
Shooting daggers in your back
Im the howl at the window
The sound of a crackling flame
Getting uncontrollable
And the lines about to break
Nine times out of ten
I get what I want
I always want more
Gonna get what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Im a tiger in the bedroom
A mist in the air at night
Inconceivable
An oasis in the fire
A shock on the airwaves
A fighter with a hungry heart
Im incurable
A new sensation
No reservations
This time I win
This time you lose
I still want more
Give me what Im looking for
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
Be my sexual
Be my sexual device
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler

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