The snatched one values
A lad is keen on the virginity of the lass
That he intends to marry. Next only is the rest.
A paramour corners a woman
Knowingly that she is not a virgin.
A paramour is stronger than a lover in love and pursuit.
The stolen one is dearer than the beloved
Why? Pleasure lies in usurping.
15.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Meaning Learnt
I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.
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Woman must sense.
A lover has two options;
To marry or marry not.
A paramour has two options;
To elope or elope not.
In both ways she’s at his mercy.
11.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We turn into beasts
Sex has shed its inhibition.
Women are fully liberated.
Words such as paramour, bastard
And the promiscuous lost their stigma.
Virginity lost its sanctity.
Fidelity is no more a virtue.
Marriage is not mandatory.
Living together is legalized.
Man and woman will die as beasts
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man & woman (1) 12 / 18
1) A woman is the outer skin of a man.
2) A woman is the wood and the man is the hunter.
3) A woman is a man's shadow so how can she lead him?
4) A woman is a man's inhale
5) A woman has two arms.
One for her lover./ and the other for his defeat.
6) A woman's kiss is to get into her man's heart
but a man's kiss is to get into his woman's down part convex.
7) A man sleeps in a woman's lap only to leave her play with his head.
8) The pride of a woman lies in her magic.
Who can ask a magician for his secrets! !
9) A woman in love loses her mind, but a man in love loses his sight.
10) A woman may marry for motherhood, but aman marry for his eroticism.
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Love has no eyes
He is an ungrateful dog;
Yet, she loves him; that is his mother.
She is a slippery fish;
Yet, he is after her; that is her lover.
He is a woman hunter;
Yet, she sticks to him; that is his wife.
She is an unfaithful bitch;
Yet, he’s mad of her; that is her paramour.
He is a humble doormat;
Yet, she is ruthless; that is his harlot
She is a taxing partner;
Yet, he remains with her; that is her husband.
Love has no eyes but links
And is led by sex and pity.
15.08.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be not possessive
.
A paramour has no reservation
That his woman is in use of her spouse.
Why must I have itching about my love
Who loves someone simultaneously?
19.09.2010
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Compare to judge
What, if a bride is found not a virgin?
Don’t we desire to play a paramour?
Don’t we lust to make one a cuckold?
She is not poor in taste for that.
30.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Truimp is the thrill
A widow, a divorcee or a sexual victim,
You are not so keen in fervour to conquer
As they aren’t a fresh one. But you have a thrill
As a paramour of those who aren’t fresh either.
Snatching give thrill
21.01.2001
^Trump is the thrill
A widow, a divorcee or a sexual victim,
You are not so keen in fervour to conquer
As they aren’t a fresh one. But you have a thrill
As a paramour of those who aren’t fresh either.
Snatching gives thrill
21.01.2001
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Question
AND so in the death-darkened chamber they met,
The woman that once he had loved and the one he loved yet—
The wife who had warped his desire and the woman he could not forget.
They stood by the bier where between them he slept,
And the love he had lost in his wife to her swimming eyes leapt;
But the woman his life had belonged to—his paramour—spoke not nor wept.
It was only a story of sated desire—
Of a love merely sensual burnt to an ash by its fire,
And a husband who turned to a more luscious love that was his for the hire.
All had sinned. For the husband had killed by his clutch,
Rough-handed, the fruit of a love that had dropped at his touch.
One woman's great sin was not loving, his wife's was in loving too much.
And so he had died; it was over at last;
And across him the two women looked at each other aghast—
Across his cold corse, and across the cold corse of the loathsome dead Past!
Then the smouldering love of the wife leapt to flame,
And she poured forth her kisses upon him, and called on his name.
But the other said “No, he is nothing to you; soul and body I claim!”
They looked at each other awhile. Said the wife wearily,
“He is mine; for I loved him, and ever shall love him; let be!”
But the other sneered, “No, he is mine, and mine only, because he loved me!”
Then the two laid their hands on the body between;
And fought for it, wife against paramour, fiercely, unseen—
For the body diseased and polluted, as ever his spirit had been.
And this is a question for answer in Hell:
To which of the two did his spirit belong, can you tell?
Think, was it the woman he loved, or the one who had loved him too well?
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Sexual Affection
Woman loves son more than husband.
Woman loves paramour than son
Sexual impulses in woman
Overpower the motherly instincts.
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A whore is holier
A woman in extra marital love
With a man, though in mind,
A woman in extra marital sex
As an accident,
The former is more adulterous.
The latter is still faithful.
Don’t mix love and sex.
A whore is holier than a paramour.
27.01.2000, Kottayam to omit
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For what you are.
Maybe you aren’t a virgin;
Maybe you are a divorcee,
A widow or an estranged one.
I don’t mind; I love not your past.
Maybe you aren’t yet mine;
Maybe you are to leave me,
Desert me or elope with one.
I don’t mind; I love not your future.
May be you aren’t virtuous;
Maybe you are an adulteress,
A paramour or a whore.
I don’t mind; I love not your back.
I love you for what you are
When you are with me..
10.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To paramour
The apple you get tastes;
The apple you buy tastes more.
Not to say about the one stolen.
The porched one is the tastiest
To paramour is more erotic
06.12.2006
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Equality in sex [India]
Premarital love when unearthed
Is tolerated. Not much fuss is there
When man’s post marital love is found out.
Extra marital love executed
By a man is also exempted.
A woman having a paramour is crucified.
A widow too is thus prohibited.
Where does the sex equality exist?
25.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who is the hero?
To win over a girl is just hunting.
You whip her passion.
Work is done. No sin.
To win over a lady is just a stealing.
You have to beat her guilt, too.
A hard task. A sin.
A paramour is more a hero
Than a lover.
01.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Shame is a sword.
Having a lover is not a shame
But having a paramour will be.
Temptation and gratification are same.
Shame forbids affairs; wives remain safe.
15.09.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Virginity
It is said that you can only be a virgin once
I am not so sure.
For virginity may be more than physical
and may have to be measured
in emotional purity.
You can make a mistake
and squander that first time
with the wrong person
but does that mean that
virginity once squandered is lost forever?
I don't think so.
How many of us even
remember IT,
so tense that first-time experience?
Rather, I think
It like most things in life
relies on practice
to get it right.
Rather, I think that virginity can't be lost
on mere amateurs
who had no idea
of its' importance.
Rather, it depends on my frame of mind.
My virginity was not lost;
IT can only be given
and after several times
and after several mistakes
it is bestowed upon the one
I really loved.
and you know
I now know
the difference
because virginity
isn't given away
unless it releases
in the act
purity and true love.
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The husband’s link
She shed no tears
For the death of her lover
She lusted and slept with.
She wept by heart
On the arrest of her husband
She deceived while living with.
She kept her heart
Intact for her husband
Though locked to the paramour.
One can still count on
The love of one’s wife,
Who had strayed out.
07.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When is sex more interesting.?
Stripping of the clothes against shyness,
Tearing of shyness against resistance
And raping modesty against pretence
Will make sex interesting to the pair,
Which a stranger gets from her woman
And which a man from a harlot is denied.
A paramour will be a step higher
In that he drives out woman’s guilt and qualm.
04.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jacob
Be ready to marry a virgin and,
Be ready to learn from her;
Like two-tenths of an ephah given out in the ninth month.
One man from a tribe is to help you,
One woman from each home is to save you,
And one man for each land is to see you through;
But you shall not cut your bodies for the death.
Each man knows the affliction of his heart,
And each woman knows the affliction of her heart;
So Jacob, you shall not put tattoo marks upon yourself;
And be ready to marry a virgin of your heart.
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