Which is the sexual feed?
She waits for me and I enter the room.
I undress her and she blushes.
I embrace her and she struggles.
My kisses and bites produce cries.
Pinches and licks make her writhe.
Into her when I toss she moans.
I find my sexual feed from her
Not in my manipulations of her
But in the reactions they make in her.
Watching her reaction is my pleasure
Rather than my devouring her flesh.
10.02.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Action and reaction
To start is an action.
To stop is too an action.
Pinch the child; it cries.
It cries; you will lull it.
Action begets reaction.
Reaction begets action.
You didn’t feed the child;
It cries; you will feed it.
Non-action begets action.
Action begets reaction.
Actions are in chain,
One leading to another.
25.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your mirth in mating
You can enjoy watching a movie
Without any reaction from the movie.
You cannot enjoy mating a woman
Without any reaction from her body.
If so she is a corpse and you, a brute.
She must writhe in the act, which is your mirth.
05.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mammals and humans in sex
The breasts are not at all sexual stimulants
To the mammals; they are just milking teats
But to the Homo sapiens, a potent weapon
Since the time they started mating face to face.
Kisses are not mammals’ fore play aids.
Maximum they resort to licks and bites.
The Homo sapiens invented kisses,
Lips starving, denied enough breast milk.
We take salvage in external sex.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happening
Flames burn.
Water cycles.
Stars shine.
Wind blows.
Earth falls.
These are events.
Subtle reactions.
Chemical reactions.
Reaction, reaction, reaction.
This is a reaction.
You are a reaction.
Catalyst.
Action, interaction, reaction.
Reactant, reactor, event.
Occurring, never occurred.
No You, No I, No we.
Us, reacting together.
Distilling together,
Combining and purifying together,
Us.
Playing, acting, dancing, swimming,
loving, believing, longing, hating, sadding, madding, flying,
plying, vying, scrying, inviting, denying, trying, dying.
Being.
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Her pleasure is to make him run
You may make it an accident
When you make a visit of woman.
She is good enough to understand
That the visit made is by design.
You may make it an incident
When you write a letter.
She is shrewd enough to understand
That the writing was by intention.
Though so casual is your move
In your sexual approach to her,
She could sense it and yet let it go
For it is her pleasure to make you run
14.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Making Love To A Black Woman
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your Weakness.
Do not use just the Penis, But include your ear.
Listen to the sweet sound of her moans
and see what you hear.
Feel the warmth and care of her loving embrace.
Place your mouth on hers and savor the taste.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Sensually and Honestly;
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Tell her that you love her,
more and more with each passing day.
Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head.
Become her moonlight reality
when it's time to go to bed.
Kiss and lick all over her body
until you find all her right spots.
Touch and caress her soft skin
and make her real hot.
Mutual satisfaction is a lover's plan.
Love her, cause you are in love with her.
She's your Woman and your her Man.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Lovingly and completely;
Love her until her 'Screams of Passion'
are all you that hear.
Suck on her neck and stick
your tongue in her ear.
Hold her soft round ass
in the palm of your hands.
Let her sexual wishes
become your loving commands.
Love your Black Woman with
your Mind, Body and Soul.
She's the most precious gift on this Earth.
She's worth her weight in gold.
How do you make love to a Black Woman?
There's only one true way to start.
To make love to a Black Woman,
just give her your Heart.
poem by Samuel Newton
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We like reactions - a reaction is walking out on us, a reaction is throwing tomatoes at the stage, that's a healthy psychological reaction.
quote by Alice Cooper
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Marriage takes a toll.
Marriage is found to take a toll
On one’s sexual life, it is true.
However supportive and kind
He is to her and she is to him,
They go to bed with out the thrill
That they got when they got married.
Familiarity is the culprit;
Curiosity is the victim.
Frequency in sex fizzles out
And stops well before menopause
With sexual thirst ever growing..
The pair set their eyes to wander
And either commit blunder
Or end up as sexual perverts.
A man of sixty will thunder
In passion, given a new partner.
A woman of sixty will writhe
In passion if explored by a new one.
Marriage is found to take a toll
On husband and wife’s sexual life.
01.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Reaction To Action
(spoken: check 1, 1, 1)
Alright
Its hard getting through to me
Im truly elusive
I got my own point of view
I am the one of a kind
And I tell you lil girl
Im fascinated by you
Theres something about you
That makes all the difference
Like the night is to day
Well I can get along without you
But I know that within you
Youve got what Im missing
And Ill find a way
To get reaction to action
Hey, say the word that would thrill me
Yeah, I need reaction to action
Just one look that would kill me
You got a way of drawing attention to you
You know you stand out in a crowd
But the way that you play
With any mans affections
Should never be allowed
See I consider myself
The one who will show you
Id go as far as to say
Girl, I aint leaving here without you
But you better understand
Theres only one rule in this game were gonna play
And thats reaction to action
Maybe like a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
One look that would kill me
Give me reaction to action
Its getting late Id better make a definite move
Reaction to action
And after that baby, its up to you
I need reaction to action
Just a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
You know what Im talking about
Give me some reaction to action
You got a look, you got a way thatll kill me
Reaction to action, reaction to action, action
Baby, dont think about it, just react
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
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Man’s service to woman
Woman! I’m happy when you make me happy,
But happier when I make you happy.
I am happy when you kiss me
But happier when I kiss you.
I am fed when I feed on your body
But more fed when I see your body writhe.
Man’s service to woman is his food.
21.05.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Other
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke,
it waits.
Under my eyes, those milk bunnies,
it waits.
It is waiting.
It is waiting.
Mr. Doppelganger. My brother. My spouse.
Mr. Doppelganger. My enemy. My lover.
When truth comes spilling out like peas
it hangs up the phone.
When the child is soothed and resting on the breast
it is my other who swallows Lysol.
When someone kisses someone or flushes the toilet
it is my other who sits in a ball and cries.
My other beats a tin drum in my heart.
My other hangs up laundry as I try to sleep.
My other cries and cries and cries
when I put on a cocktail dress.
It cries when I prick a potato.
It cries when I kiss someone hello.
It cries and cries and cries
until I put on a painted mask
and leer at Jesus in His passion.
Then it giggles.
It is a thumbscrew.
Its hatred makes it clairvoyant.
I can only sign over everything,
the house, the dog, the ladders, the jewels,
the soul, the family tree, the mailbox.
Then I can sleep.
Maybe.
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Sexual act’s uniqueness
Only in a sexual act,
To feed, to be fed
To feed on and to be fed on
Are amounting to pleasure.
16.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Love and I
My love and I live by the sea
Where the sea breeze flows in your face
Where the the fish dance
In there mind with thee
And the crabs go flamenco with there clicks
I know somtimes my love waits for me
I know that she waits for me by the sea
My love somtimes goes cold on me
but i warm her up with a bit of sauce
I know my love waits for me
I know that she waits for me by the sea
My love and I often sit
Comfortably in are seats
In the front room
watching TV
Documentries gulore
And game shows in
I know that my love waits for me
I know that she waits for me by the sea
My love who waits for me by the sea
She is Fish and Chips
YOU SEE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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That Tryst Worth Forgetting
i see you
and you follow me
my gaze tells you,
inside my room where i have been all alone,
where my loneliness is killing me,
you know what i want, you have a heart,
i need love, more love, and you know it,
and you follow me inside my room, as i undress myself,
and you understand, my thirst and my hunger, my longing and my pain,
and you undress yourself,
and you touch my face, and i touch yours, and then i kiss you
and you smile, and you wipe away my fears, and then we make love
throughout the night, and the morning after, i still see you sleeping, and i leave you a note, (and some money too) , i know, it will be the last, since deep within,
i found no love from you.
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you...
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you...
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If Wishes Could Be Kisses
(r. alfred / w. farrell)
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
And dreams could make you mine
I wouldnt be a-sitting here
Wasting all this time
No, no, baby, if you call me
Id race down the street
Id be there so fast
Youd think I had wings on my feet
Oh, baby, if wishes could be kisses
Id wish with all my mind
I wouldnt have to make believe
Im in your arms tonight
No, no, baby
I could thrill you if youd let me try
Wed take off together
And wed tell this world goodbye
But I know it just cant be
Unless you feel the same as me, oh, yeah-heah
Baby, if wishes could be kisses
Then Id be first in line
If Im not wrong it wont take long
til youre my valentine
Oh, oh, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
A-come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, oh, yeah
Oh, if wishes could be
Woah, baby, if you hear me
Make me know you do
If Im lucky Ill find out
That youve been wishing too
A-come on, baby
Woah, come on, baby
If wishes could be kisses, now, yeah
If wishes could be kisses, yeah
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When Love Cries
Baby you
turned my world into something new
nights are long when you're far away
hunger for you every night and day
whisper softly to the wind
need you back in my arms again
passion calls from deep inside
it only happens when my love cries
You make my heart sing (x3)
when love cries
you make my heart sing (x3)
when love cries...love cries...love cries
And when I am blue
close my eyes and dream of you
silent echoes scream out your name
you're the keeper of my flame
I'll survive on desire
'til I'm closer to your burning fire
ride a star across the sky
I need you here when my love cries
You make my heart sing (x3)
when love cries
you make my heart sing (x3)
when love cries...love cries
you make my hear sing (x6)
when love cries
Ooh baby
to be near you
just to feel you
Baby
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thank you Russell Edson... great poem
The house grows sick in its dining room and begins to vomit.
Father cries, the dining room is vomiting.
No wonder, the way you eat, it's enough to make anybody sick,
says his wife.
What shall we do? What shall we do? he cries.
Call the Vomit Doctor of course.
Yes, but all he does is vomit, sighs father.
If you were a vomit doctor you'd vomit too.
But isn't there enough vomit? sighs father.
There is never enough vomit.
Do I make everybody that sick, sighs father.
No no, everybody is born sick.
Born sick? cries father.
Of course, haven't you noticed how everybody eventually
dies? she says.
Is the dining room dying...?
... The way you eat, it's enough to make anyone sick,
she screams.
So I do make everybody that sick...
Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick, she says.
Oh where is the Vomit Doctor? At least when he vomits one
knows one has it from high authority, screamed father.