Lust Has No Shyness - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
The sipped syrup or the bitten dishes
Are the ones sullied by others’ tongues,
So I detest. But your very tongue,
To reach I am very much in anguish.
The rubbish decay or the rotten eggs
Are so much a repelling odour
So I detest. But your very armpit,
To inhale I am very much eager.
Hand is washed while private part
Is held, after the toilet.
But when at bed, her very part
One shies not manipulating.
Is it that lust has no eyes?
Or that it alone has eyes
To discriminate the bliss
And to retrieve one to the sense?
Latter must be.
What to the rational is dirty
Is to sex pretty;
What to the sensible is foul
Is to sex agreeable;
What to mind is ugly
Is to sex holy.
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