Sex differs from love
In the concert of love,
My man’s qualification
Of birth, wealth and position,
Under a sort of subjection,
Constraints and submission,
Would lay me to my dejection.
In the concert of love,
With a lad of my choice,
I could put aside my shame,
Say to him what I please,
Do to him what I desire,
Execute every scheme of
Dalliance my fancy put me on
And indulge in all frolics
My passion drives me to.
The lad cannot match my lord
In giving me the status I enjoy.
My lord cannot match my lad
In giving me the missing ecstasy..
I am not guilty of action
As it does not interfere with
My husband’s schedule,
Knowledge and gratification.
15.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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