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Lotus In Muddy Pond

Marriage, a civil code by man
Sex, a divine gift to multiply clan
It’s fun and frolic meant for fest
Sperm and eggs romance in lust
From it love flower sprouts
Love in it has sunken roots
Lotus, the divine love flower
Ever in muddy pond boots
Mating season, a lioness in heat
Hungry lions chase her in up beat
Nature pervades with romance
In its sex lies the bliss and trance
In pollination lies the secrete bloom
Color and fragrance in air zoom
For mating pigeons together make nest
Hatching and parenting they are at best
Nature’s disciplined seasonal sex amaze
But men for nonseasonal sex has craze!
Why in man males’ much dominance
His rapist mentality and arrogance! ! !
C. P. Sharma

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Half Baked Stories

I keep hearing these half baked stories that idle gossips are spreading around
One might say at least quite fictitious and in them little truth to be found
One woman's husband is unfaithful to her by having sex with another man's wife
What is wrong with consentual sex in the first place when sex is only part of life.

We condemn some for what comes natural in a consentual act of free will
Whilst we applaud some of those who break Moses fifth Commandment which clearly states thou shalt not kill
Thou shalt not kill without exception yet war heroes we do celebrate
The fifth Commandment is often broken and people do differentiate

About what is or is not lawful killing for to kill in war seen as okay
But extra marital sex seen by some as blasphemous we do think in the strangest way
Guilt ridden by religion and culture our thinking it never seems clear
For doing something that comes quite natural the wrath of the Gods we do fear.

No doubt I'm a cynical fellow I believe a tenth of what I hear
I'll never see the gates of heaven I'm damned before death 'twould appear
I keep hearing these half baked stories believe them or not if you may
In every small Town there is small talk and a rumor is born every day.
Francis Duggan

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Young Fred Who Has A Big Ego

He is one who has a big ego not humble in any way young Fred
And he fancies himself as a top lover he boasts that he is good in bed
He turned twenty four last September he is in the prime of his life
And when asked does he one day hope to marry he says why should i have a wife

When young women are offering themselves to me and for sex i do not have to pay
To one i could never be faithful that's not me i am not that way
For sex i don't go to the brothel plenty young and willing women around
And those who love a night of hot passion believe me not hard to be found.

He fancies himself as a sex symbol there's one like him in every small town
To bed a few local young women is their only claim to renown
They have success with a few females and of their sexual successes they boast
And they even become so conceited that to themselves they drink a toast.

Young Fred is a local sex symbol at least that's how he makes himself out to be
He always walks down the street with a swagger as if to say you look at me
He has bedded a few women lately and his success has gone to his head
But he has had his own share of knock backs though nothing of them he has said.
Francis Duggan

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Doing It Every Day

Do you do it every day,
or just at night time get your way?
Do you do it when it’s light,
or wait until it’s dark at night?
Do you do it when it’s dawn
on the patio or lawn?
In the afternoon do you
do what the birds and bees all do?
When you’re turned on close to dusk
by the sexy smell of musk
do you wait, or do you dash
towards your lover with panache?
Do you think that you can count
the times you’ve been on Venus mount,
or, if you are a woman, do
you let the man above it view
the panorama that YouTube
would love to show from either boob?
Lost count, perhaps? What does this mean?
Are you maybe a tad less keen
on sex than citizens who’re good,
or have I not quite understood
your lifestyle? Why am I so nosey?
Life’s poetic, and not prosy,
and since I am a poet I
will first compose fo reach reply
a verse, then emulate the acts
if they are born out by the facts.
A statistic in a study entitled American Sexual Behavior, by the National Opinion Research Center at the University of Chicago found that the frequency of sexual intercourse among married couples 18 to 29 years old was about 109 times. This poem was inspired by that fact and an article by Ralph Gardner Jr. about Charla and Brad Muller, who had 101 days of consecutive post-nuptial sex (“Yes, Dear, Tonight Again, ” NYT, June 8,2008) :
LET’S say you and your spouse haven’t had sex in so long that you can’t remember the last time you did. Not the day. Not the month. Maybe not even the season. Would you look for gratification elsewhere? Would you file for divorce? Or would you turn to your mate and say, “Honey, you know, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we do it for the next 365 days in a row? ” That’s more or less what happened to Charla and Brad Muller. And in another example of an erotic adventure supplanting married ennui, a second couple, Annie and Douglas Brown, embarked on a similar, if abbreviated journey: 101 straight days of post-nuptial sex. Both couples document their exploits in books published this month, the latest entries in what is almost a mini-genre of books offering advice about the “sex-starved marriage.” The couples, though, are hardly similar. The Mullers are Bible-studying steak-eating Republicans from Charlotte, N.C. The Browns are backpacking multigrain northerners who moved to Boulder, Colo. The Mullers’ book, “365 Nights, ” is rather modest and circumspect in its details. The Browns’ book, “Just Do It, ” almost makes the reader feel part of a threesome, sharing everything they used to stimulate sexual desire (it’s hard to visualize and even harder to explainCharla Muller and Annie Brown both talk about how mandated physical intimacy created more emotional intimacy. “It required a daily kindness and forgiveness, and not being cranky or snarky, that I don’t think either of us had experienced before, ” Charla said. Annie said that she and her husband reached a place in their relationship that they have seldom approached since. “It was just this intense closeness, ” she said. “We were so aware of wherever the other person was mentally and emotionally and physically.” Today, the Browns report they have sex approximately six times a month, or double their frequency before their adventure. The Mullers decline to discuss their habits, except to say that they fall well within the national average. And, Brad said, the sex is better. “It made it much easier to be open to the idea, more spontaneous, ” he said, “So you don’t go back to that always gaming for it and always trying to get out of it.” Charla agrees: “It’s a lot better than it used to be. I may be slow to the take, but it was a really meaningful lesson.” Douglas Brown suffers less stage fright than he once did. “There’s much less of a sense of having to perform, ” he said. “After 100 days, that kind of melted away.” All the same, he doesn’t recommend the experience to everyone. “I’m glad we did it, ” he said. “But as far as a practical message, nobody needs to do it 100 days. You don’t have to climb Mount Everest to understand alpine sublime.”

gershon hepner

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