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Perhaps a little factual variation may be helpful

A phallus is an erect penis,
the testicle (from Latin testiculus, diminutive of testis, meaning "witness" of virility, [1] plural testes) The primary functions of the testes are to produce sperm (spermatogenesis) and to produce androgens, primarily testosterone
sperm sperma (meaning "seed") and refers to the male reproductive cells...
ovum meaning egg or egg cell) female reproductive cell or gamete.

The modern version of
a serpent or penis or phallus
or lingam is
wood or steel.
It’s just a conduit pipe,
which when erect transmits
sperms from the testes
to date with the ovum of female import
and in the womb
they find an eventual resort.
ecstasy and juices conjoin
to make the act more playful today
than yesterday,
but the final fact still remains,
a new life in the womb does germinate,
if the condom is shelved,
which normally now a days
many rarely do,
as they want no kids
I wish all knew.
Such a topic evolves
from your kind ,
is as an education to my mind…

Beautifully penned

Beautifully penned

I saw a snap of such a person
in the nude
lying along the waters edge
appreciating his persona
and said
none like me ever
shall this earth tread
and then
he rolled over
fell into the river
and
was dead..
wonderful ..
NARCISSIST he!

Many Summers Past

Many summers past, we were standing,
For each others dates anxiously waiting.
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot, perchance.

It was then your eyes transfixed mine,
Yes it was with in our domain, we felt fine,
We stared and glanced and blushed,
At each others arms, naturally we rushed.
It was at the spur of moment God granted,
It was our union for ever which was supplanted.

That moment we still remember even now,
It’s good our meeting was fortunate somehow.
Ever since we have always remained merged,
Totally in each others concern submerged.

Still today you know, we remember that hour,
We spent in the drizzling or rainy shower,
When we joined for a long communication,
Truly it was meant to be a lasting association...

It was the best of our life’s moments,
Passed we have through many a torments,
Though it was over a few decades away,
But it still seems as if ‘twas just yesterday.

Yes, many years have lapsed away.

When you are in front of my eyes

I forget the whole world
as much as sky high
and
think of you
what must be traversing
the universe,
past your mind
when you poemise
so much in riddle and rhyme…
they say only the bells chime
but no it’s your thoughts too
that poetry comes so naturally to you
I only try to emulate
and
not knowing poetic nuances
seemingly formulate
and
my solitary mind does sweet lines dictate
but some usually one,
does say
FA.

Hello Dawn
You are that dawn of life
most folks hanker to see,
you are that sunrise too,
we all that always knew...
I am the sunset of a distant horizon
and
you think I am as far as the Amazon,
but remember this from far
those who appreciate you,
it’s a bliss
the heavenly kiss...
the truth is this
but we all turn a blind eye
always at it
the truth...
if it were so for him too
his heart would let you know
but there is a mystery too,
sometimes even hearts don't know...
such love abounds
between two souls ,
who see each other as life's goal
and
one among them is you
how I wish
the other one knew...

The elite poets of Neo have already spoken
mesmerize
hypnotize
criticize, castrate, frustrate
but never state straight,
let the reader feel like a fool,
as you think poetry comes
only to you,
not you alone, man
mean any one,
a lyricist or such a one... ,
that much said and done,
The rhymer is now on the run,
as the guys across the globe now
question, they leave no doubt
And
want to know
but do not want to give credit
for what he did
and
what one said
and
why
and
so what did the reader think?
and
why
that's the task of a
true poet here,
if one is not a hypocrite my dear
many could still be ...

The elite poets of Neo have already spoken
mesmerize
hypnotize
criticize, castrate, frustrate
but never state straight,
let the reader feel like a fool,
as you think poetry comes
only to you,
not you alone, man
mean any one,
a lyricist or such a one... ,
that much said and done,
The rhymer is now on the run,
as the guys across the globe now
question, they leave no doubt
And
want to know
but do not want to give credit
for what he did
and
what one said
and
why
and
so what did the reader think?
and
why
that's the task of a
true poet here,
if one is not a hypocrite my dear
many could still be ...

Hello Man!
I am shuddering in the wind
and
like all autumn leaves strewn

am blown up into the sky high
then as a stroke of lightening threatens,
I come down from heaven,
upon the wings of soft snow,
all my brethren in similar vein
are happy to see me again
and
smile at me too
they sure love me to be around
lying nude, forsaken on the ground

Such is your poetry
and
my snap taken of my back yard
strewn with autumn leaves
like me without you…

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