Woman’s satisfaction
Premature ejaculation or
Inadequate foreplay
Is the cause for woman’s upset,
And not man’s figure or size
17.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inadequate
Inadequate.
It means not enough.
Like water in a glass half full
it is insufficient.
Some necessary bit is absent.
Inadequate is deficient.
It is vitamin C
in the diet of someone suffering from scurvy.
Inadequate is precisely what you feel
when you work yourself tired
for something your heart so desired
and in the end disappoint yourself still.
Inadequate is when you lack the will
to even try because somewhere inside
you just know you will fail.
Inadequate is someone when rejected.
Something inadequate is something defective.
Inadequate can mean not deserving company
almost like you're invisible maybe,
too unimportant to like or hate.
This word 'inadequate'
resounds in my head of late.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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When The Fulfillment Of A Dream Is Inside Another Dream
when the fulfillment of a dream is inside another dream
who wants to wake up?
do you?
i don't,
just like this morning, when i wake up
finding myself hanging in the middle of a wet dream
such sweet dream
almost like another lengthy foreplay
less the
ejaculation.
the whole day becomes so bad
like the winter inside my dream
and i am not having anything on yet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Only man loves woman
Man gives woman love to get sex
Woman has sex with man to get his love.
Man baits his love for sex.
Woman baits her body for his love
She finds his love inadequate.
He finds her yields inadequate.
Man loves woman and get her body.
Man gets no love from woman.
10.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hmph...People
Leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
I'm not talking to you.
'I see.
Then...
Who ARE you talking to? '
No one in particular.
It has been a while since I've said it.
And it is refreshing to know,
You weren't offended at all.
I remember the days,
My saying that would upset you.
'Why should I feel offended?
Or upset.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me,
Where I am going? '
What?
Where are you going?
'That's none of your business.
And I'm hoping that doesn't offend.
Now you can practice not getting upset.'
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
And I'm not a child.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
Upset?
Why should I get upset?
You're trying to get me upset.
You can do whatever you want.
Who cares?
I don't.
And what are you laughing about?
'I was only teasing.
I'm not going anywhere.'
Oh yes you are!
You're going to leave me alone.
'Okay,
I will.'
People!
They will do anything to get on your nerves.
Upset?
As if I was that easily provoked!
Hmph...people!
'I heard that.'
Who cares!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You always have to realize that the story needs to make sense to the 11-year-olds who read the book and aren’t necessarily going to be viewing a scene as foreplay. . . and it’s pretty deep, heady foreplay.
Kristen Stewart in Interview Magazine
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Cheesy For You (2008)
That warm romancing day is coming, drawing near
Though it's just a day, we're together another year
Everyday I love you, how a woman should be loved
Everyday I hug you, how a woman should be hugged
Though this day, more foreplay is revealed throughout the day
Everything may be the same, no need to ask, either way I obey
Everywhere I must kiss you, where a woman should be kissed
Everywhere I pleasure you, where a woman should be pleasured
Oh how you just love your Valentines Day
Such a day to feast on one another's display
Oh how you just love your Valentines Day
How you stare and undress, to get your way.
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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All Night Diner
Yeah, yes, yes
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
I was at an all night diner
The sign said, triple x
But they were talking about root beer
Im just sitting down
Thinking about nothing
Looking at the thin air
Breathing up the oxygen
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
A guy comes up, looking pretty 8-ball
Snaggletooth smile, sits down at my table
Puts his arm around me, starts to share his information
He said, he said, he said [x4] this is what he said
I have sex, Im always thinking about the pavement
So I can avoid premature ejaculation
I got up, remembering to thank him
Better things to do so Ill start drinking
Im in tahoka, now Im gonna hook up
With the parties, unfortunately
No one has any ideas, damn
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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All Nite Diner
Yeah, yes, yes
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
I was at an all night diner
The sign said, "Triple X"
But they were talking about root beer
I'm just sitting down
Thinking about nothing
Looking at the thin air
Breathing up the oxygen
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
A guy comes up, looking pretty 8-ball
Snaggletooth smile, sits down at my table
Puts his arm around me, starts to share his information
He said, he said, he said [x4] this is what he said
"I have sex, I'm always thinking about the pavement
So I can avoid premature ejaculation"
I got up, remembering to thank him
Better things to do so I'll start drinking
I'm in Tahoka, now I'm gonna hook up
With the parties, unfortunately
No one has any ideas, damn
Have I told ya
You could really get it on?
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Her Desire for 40G
Now back when I was 28,
I met and loved a 38 –
DD!
Hmm…I never really saw her eyes…
Perhaps I never needed to –
‘Twas all about her size.
Come on, be honest,
You really show surprise?
Oh yes, the storyline:
One sunny day she said to me,
‘I need to make you happy, see,
By undergoing surgery
So you can have my guarantee
That when you see my 40G,
You’ll hit new heights of ecstasy! ’
‘Phew! ’ I drew a breath.
‘Well thank you dear, you’re very kind,
But won’t you risk me going blind?
If one of those should catch my eye,
I’m sure to wave them both goodbye;
And after all, you’re rather tall –
With extra weight you’ll likely fall;
Forwards, I should clarify.
Hmm…we’re back again to my poor eye.’
‘It’s all about your precious sight! ’
She screamed at me with all her might,
‘I only want to make you proud
And me to stand out in the crowd.’
‘You do already stand right out!
Any more, then there’s no doubt
You might as well just poke me blind,
So in the streets I’ll tag behind,
Unaware of all the fuss,
Especially when on the bus –
Assuming you could squeeze on board…
Hmm…at least I know I’ll be ignored…
Okay – go get them done.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Better outlet
Many poets in the past
Burst out their lust
For their unavailable Queens
In their refined Classics.
Pity! Their words were never heard by their Queens.
Faculty was at its best
As I burst out my quest
For my misfit Queen
In my outburst verses.
Gaiety! My words got to her hand.
The poets found their solace just
In ejaculation of their cries.
In me the solace is the ocean
For my cries reached the destination..
Who-else will get that sanction?
Ejaculation of desire is
The only source of their solace.
Insertion of desire in addition is
My source for greater solace.
If met with infusion, it is marvelous!
Ejaculation itself is pleasure.
If met with insertion it is erotic.
I am fortunate to be erotic.
08.06.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strikes and cracks
Whomever the love strikes,
On them it makes cracks, sooner or later.
Inadequate perception and inadequate
Reception provide the cause.
20.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman, the head of the family.
It is man that earns
But woman earmarks.
It is man that spends
But woman determines.
It is man that executes
But woman plans.
She is head and he her hands.
06.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To surrender to ignorance and call it God has always been premature, and it remains premature today.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Anything For You
Ooh ooh ooh
When you wait and you watch
And you're wishing for something wild
I figure I can please you someday someway
I figure I can put your love on trial
I'm taking you back to school
Talk about making it something real
Nobody could deny you anything
(CHORUS)
You know I'd do anything
Anything for you
You know I'd do anything
Anything for you
You know I'd do anything
Anything for you
You know I'd do anything
Anything for you
You you you
You can run with the fun
You can tickle my nerves inside
In the face of heartbreak
song performed by by Bee Gees from Size Isn't Everything
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Everyone by now presumably knows about the danger of premature optimization. I think we should be just as worried about premature design - designing too early what a program should do.
quote by Paul Graham
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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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Victim of a Premature Death
Parents absent from the act,
Who expect their children...
To reflect their best efforts yet.
Teach what they get!
Whether it is disrespect,
Or prisons visits.
A return on their investments,
Should not upset.
Or a knock on the door,
From a policeman who regrets...
To announce a child,
Has become victim of a premature death.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman is in the lap of A, B, C.....
A says
Woman is attractive flower
B says
Woman is beautiful gift
C says
Woman is great source of comfort
D says
woman has a sweet dialect
E says
Eastern or western, woman is the worthy
F says
woman is central figure of family
G says
woman always glitters with the rays of her partner
H says
woman has holy spirits
I says
woman has basic institution in her lap
J says
woman is a full of joy
K says
woman is head of kisses
L says
woman is lovely thing
M says
woman is symbol of modesty
N says
nails increase the beauty of woman
O says
woman is an pretty ornament
P says
woman is princess
Q says
woman is queen
R says
woman is rare gift
S says
woman is a main source of survival the human being
T says
woman has true spirits of love
U says
woman is an peaceful umbrella
V says
woman is valley of love
W says
woman is wafer
X says
woman has sweet kisses
Y says
woman is your jewellary
z says
woman has great zeal
april 11,2008
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poem by Abdul Razaq
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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
My dreams are of a
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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