True Morality Is Essential
I spend much time
Contemplating
Right and wrong.
I don’t dwell
On popular
Concepts of sin,
Most of what
Is condemned
Is desirable and sensual.
Does anyone really
Desire never to see
A woman’s nudity
For whom he is not married to?
To not get carried away
In the arms of an embrace
And by exhilarating kisses,
Perhaps even forbidden ones?
But true morality is essential!
Don’t lie for advantage,
Don’t hurt anyone carelessly
Or intentionally!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Dreaming
You were high above me
popular;
your family had money.
The girls
chased you
brazenly,
but I thought
just maybe
your eye
caught mine
but could not risk
being wrong
could not face Risk's Rejection.
Maybe it is something
I am imagining..
But it has become my dream;
You and I.
A secret dream
which I cannot share
with anyone
because if I do
people will laugh.
I told my best friend
and she said 'Wow'
Over and over again.
but she had no comment
for me
or encouragement.
I then knew
my Reality Test Score
came back
Negative.
How to dream
if you can't have the dream
you want to dream?
What is the use of dreaming
if what you want in dreaming
is forbidden?
I can hold on to it if I desire
but this becomes the standard
for what is for me desirable.
How to embrace
anyone
or anything less
without it seeming
a Coming Down
from what
my dream
says is best?
'Well, ' my Mom said
'You know you are allowed
more than one dream.
There will be others
and they will be there
for you to work toward;
yours to get.'
And true I did get
more than one dream
and you know dear
I did have a better dream
and that dream is you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Forbidden
something forbidden
becomes so delicious in the mind
the suspense of deprivation
makes it more desirable
everyday desire takes
upon itself what is forbidden
in the secret room
of the heart
guilt cries but
soon the guilt by extreme need
of the flesh
erases itself like the list
of unwanted friends
everyday what is forbidden is done
until such point
when what is forbidden becomes
a routine
until what is forbidden becomes
the usual familiarity
nothing about what is forbidden
becomes interesting
and then sin does not exist
until the good becomes the forbidden
in the silent room of your heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress.
quote by John Berger
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Rock Me, Roll Me
Have you ever been in love before
With a beautiful woman?
Does she have insecurities?
And have you ever been in love before
With a needy woman?
Is she too controlling?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
I need ya babe
I need ya babe
Have you ever been in love before with a cheatin woman?
Is she always lying?
Now, you ever been in love before with a crazy woman?
Does she make you crazy?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
Thats all I wanrt you to do with me, baby
Love me
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Oh yeah, yeah
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
And I only wanna know
I only want to know your loves for real
Be your only girl in this whole wide world, yeah
All of these things are just a part of me
So that you can see what women really need
And I need to be loved
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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it happens all the time
when the right man feels
that he has wed the wrong woman
when the wrong woman too
feels that he has
wed the wrong man,
mutuality of affections
on errors
i sometimes feel that too
and i ask again
have i married the wrong woman?
have i been the right man
claiming all along that i am
the right man?
why? did the trials not work
for both of us?
twelve years
the feeling about right and wrong is over now
i wake up early dawn
still sleeping beside her
at least in the silent lonely hours of my life
i have this companion
and she is warm beside me
and then i think again
she can be right
and i can be wrong
who knows?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Wrong Woman For The Man Who Feels He Is The Right Man
it happens all the time
when the right man feels
that he has wed the wrong woman
when the wrong woman too
feels that he has
wed the wrong man,
mutuality of affections
on errors
i sometimes feel that too
and i ask again
have i married the wrong woman?
have i been the right man
claiming all along that i am
the right man?
why? did the trials not work
for both of us?
twelve years
the feeling about right and wrong is over now
i wake up early dawn
still sleeping beside her
at least in the silent lonely hours of my life
i have this companion
and she is warm beside me
and then i think again
she can be right
and i can be wrong
who knows?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Intimacy That We Deny Ourselves
there are two posts
near and far and solid and
compelling
these two posts
build a house of some strictures
do not do this
do not do that
this is evil you say
this is outrageously sinful
because you are a married man
and i am a married woman
you look the other way to the direction of the wind
blowing westward
i look downwards trying to find the explanations of the heart
what is desirable. Is this wrong?
if it is not, then it must be right.
what gives us joy? is this a sin?
what is sin? Are sins the rules and regulations of man?
safety standards? societal order?
sometimes you are hard to be with.
you do not kiss me when you like to.
i wait. i do not conquer. i do not subdue.
someone that i love. someone that i desire.
someone whom i live to sleep with.
someone who can undress me
and tell me that my body is the kingdom
of God's divinity inside my heart.
i waited. you looked to the other direction
where the wind blows westward, where you will be far away
where you will soon be forgotten.
i have no regrets.
i am just the offer, and it was you
the altar, the princess who walked away
because there were crumples
in the white dress that you were wearing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hungary
Where will i be without you?
And to propel an act when there are misgivings;
But i am back on the streets to tell my story.
You are the memories of my past and,
One day you will understand the meaning of true-love;
For i now hungry in Hungary.
You've taken your own course without my love,
And where will i be without you?
For a woman loved yesterday is now married to another today.
Sensual love,
And with the sweet tongues of love to feed on;
But my faith will be my only courage.
Hungary! !
I am very hungry in this land;
For yesterday's woman is now married to today's man.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Body That Loves You
Love Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS:]
These are the hands that'll touch you
These are the lips that'll kiss you
These are the arms that'll hold you
So come get this body that loves you
Oh how my heart does miss you
Love
Stroke me so gently my love
I love it when you mmmmm...
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
Baby my heart's achin
My body longs for you
Candlelight and wine are waiting
Create the mood for
Love
Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
As I behold you with my eyes
They'll undress you and you'll undress me too
I want to feel you move inside me
Oh how I long for your
Love
Sensual physical love
Is waiting here for you-hoo-hoo
Will you unleash my desire?
[CHORUS]
Love
Stroke me so gently my love
I love it when you mmmmmm
Will you release my desire?
[CHORUS]
Undress me
Slowly
(these are the hands that'll touch you)
I want to kiss you all over
Is that okay?
(these are the lips that'll kiss you)
We embrace...
Skin to skin
(these are the arms that'll hold you)
Hold me
Oh baby
My body's arched for you
(come get this body that loves you)
Come here
I've missed you so much
I forgot how good it could feel
(oh how my heart does miss you)
Please make love to me
(come get the body that loves you)
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Janet
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This Woman
There is this woman made for me
this woman craves for me
I love this woman so true
and I know that she loves me too
There is this woman who kisses me
this woman pleases me
I take this woman to be my wife
and I know she wants me for life
There is this woman who dreams about me
This woman makes love to me
When I lay against this woman to sleep
I feel a love towards her so deep
There is this woman who loves me
This woman was made for me
I desire her in every possible way
This woman is my night and day
poem by Pablo Loves Life
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Forbidden
If I had to live again, Id change everything,
cause everything I do, you know that I cant win.
You say it isnt right, but you say it isnt wrong,
How the hell am I supposed to please everyone.
Tell me what it is that Im supposed to do.
I aint here for everybody, but I aint here for you,
You said it isnt right, but you said it isnt wrong.
I wish somebody could tell me, what it is that Ive done wrong.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
You know its gonna get you now, and you know it starts to bring you down.
Tell me what it is that Im supposed to do,
I aint here for everybody, but I aint here for you,
It seems I have to fight, for all the things I want,
Wish somebody could tell me what it is that Ive done wrong.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
Its forbidden.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
The best things in live arent given, these things aint for you and me,
Every time you shout forbidden, makes me wonder what you see.
Makes me wonder what you see.
kiss of death
This is no ordinary soul, that youre destroying,
Not just another life that drifts along with the sands of time.
We tried to show you on your way, but still, you cannot see, youre hurting me
You told too many lies and so it ends, yeah
You tried to touch me, but then I knew your plan,
You tried to take my world away, oh no,
Now I see it, its as clear as day,
No youll never stand a chance, oh no youll never stand a chance.
You tried to lead me, to the land where you keep your lies,
But Ive seen this read before, oh yeah,
There is no reason why I should listen now,
No youll never stand a chance, oh no youll never stand a chance.
So many people tried before, but still I came through stronger than before,
Someone like you will never get through my door no more,
Nothing you can do will hurt me, I am indestructible.
Nothing you can do will hurt me, I am indestructible. yeah.
Every lie that you tell you get closer,
Closer to the edge of the cauldron and in to the fire, yeah.
Every life you destroy will return, it will come back and haunt you,
For ever and ever.
Nothing you can do will hurt me, I am indestructible.
Nothing you can do will hurt me, I am indestructible. yeah.
This is no ordinary soul that youre destroying,
Not just another life that drifts along with the sands of time.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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I said goodbye but
Yes I said good bye to you
But it doesn't mean that
I stopped to dream
About your lovely face
About this perfect romance
About me in your arms
Yes I love you still
You are this right man to me
I wish to spend the night with you
I wish to be yours
Yes I got married
When you have gone
But it's not a reason
To not say any word
Besides romance
Is very common here
So, don't be afraid
Too much
I can't set free
From you
No one else is not
So cute
What can I do
I wish, I wish
To be yours
I don't understand why
Why you are afraid even to speak
What's wrong with me now
That you can't
Hey, where is this man
In you I met once
Don't waste this time
We could spend together
Just come for a while
You know what I want
Just take me my love
And then you can go
If you must
But don't leave me like that
Without any word
Without any sign
It's not right
poem by Anna Cellmer
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The Mouth!
Everything that goes mouth is sensual!
the toffee run up and down,
the noise to blow up a tasty gum,
the mouth open in surprise!
Oh! ! ! !
Everything in your mouth is sensual!
the cleaning of its corners with the napkin,
the clicking of his tongue before you saying yes,
the soft against your lips when they meet one another!
Ah! ! ! !
Everything in ours mouth is sensual!
the dropp we exchanged wet through
Ours lips moving slightly,
Our kisses!
Hummm!
Everything in ours bodies is sensual!
what gonna in yours mouth!
What remains in it and
All that comes an goes!
Ui! ! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Train In The Distance
She was beautiful as southern skies
The night he met her
She was married to someone
He was doggedly determined that he would get her
He was old, he was young
From time to time hed tip his heart
But each time she withdrew
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Well eventually the boy and the girl get married
Sure enough they have a son
And though they both were occupied
With the child she carried
Disagreements had begun
And in a while they fell apart
It wasnt hard to do
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Two disappointed believers
Two people playing the game
Negotiations and love songs
Are often mistaken for one and the same
Now the man and the woman
Remain in contact
Let us say its for the child
With disagreements about the meaning
Of a marriage contract
Conversations hard and wild
But from time to time
He makes her laugh
She cooks a meal or two
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks its true
What is the point of this story
What information pertains
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts
And our brains
song performed by by Paul Simon
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For Fear Of Losing The Poetic Side
for fear of losing the poetic side
i go back to the secret garden
where my footsteps are forbidden
and i play a certain duality
the one that i do not like and yet i love
the one that is always hidden and yet so delicious
the one that i kiss and yet hurts my lips
the one that i embrace and yet burns my arms
i take the entrance only to find another exit
door of another door window of another window
i take shelter in the house that i do not wish to dwell
i assure myself
this is temporary but i never make promises that i will never be back.
this is the secret of poesy: heresy, lust, the forbidden
the apple in paradise
so crunchy and so sweet
that i begin to forget the reason of life
yet there is this life, this shortness of breath
all of it, it is everything that i have
that now i give, that now i must lose, to be whole again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To allure, need not be a nude
The mere imprint of your bra belt
Beneath the tight-fit voile blouse
That I had scanned on your back,
While sitting behind you in a bus
Was so much to kindle my lust
That even a cabaret dancer at best
Can’t emulate with her naked breast.
Where is the validity of nudity?
The mere sight of your covered breast
That I stole from your robust chest
As you, to serve me tea, stooped,
With your sari end no sooner slipping
Than your hand upon it restoring,
Had so much current to conduct
Than could a girl, exposed in a bath suit.
Where is validity of nudity?
The mere sight of your knee made me mad
When you waded across a brook,
Lifting your sari to the raising water,
Your legs being visible up to knee,
The sight even a circus woman can’t beat,
With arms and thighs fully naked
And the body springy and supple.
Where is the validity of nudity?
No need of nudity
to produce acidity
13.11.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Open Arms
If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you
Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Hellene
I am beyond emotions because,
Someone i dearly loved had disappointed me.
I am in my loneliness and i do see the horrors ahead of him,
For he married another woman as against what i planned with him;
And this damage offered to me is too much to bear,
But my name is Hellene.
I acted with a clean mind on this love and he took the advantage of me!
And now he is gone foever into the hands of another woman;
BUt, one day time will toll on him because of what he did to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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