Sunday Musings, featuring Cherie Sumner's poem titled " The Sultan of Seduction ", appreciated by Williamsji Maveli

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• Sunday Musings:  Sunday, 04th January, 2015 
• By Williamsji Maveli
•  My Sunday Greetings to COSMOFUNNEL Administration, to all authors, artistes and viewers
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SYNOPSIS: This is my weekend writing column for a review of a poem from a selected author. This Column is being titled as "Sunday Musings " with a view to feature an in-depth analysis of  any one of the poems from the previous weeks postings, selected by me at random to avoid the elaborate review or comment postings  by me in the usual comments column. Poetess Cherie Sumner's   almost all poems are great success, and have won much appreciations and comments from COSMO viewers.  Hence it was very difficult to choose the best one for my review. However, I shall plan this column in such a way to accommodate almost all style of poems by all poets and poetess of COSMOFUNNEL, which I hope will give more room for encouragement and inspirations to write. The poems selected are purely from my own liking and discretion and has nothing to do with the ratings, voting and favorite aspects. Hope, readers will understand my view point and enjoy my writing. My views and interpretations in this column are purely my own observations, and it has nothing to do with the personal life of the author of the poem. I am eager to read your feed-backs.  The poem which  I have taken-up for this Sunday Musings is Poetess Cherie Sumner's  verse titled  " The Sultan of Seduction"

• The Sultan of Seduction
• By
• Poetess Cherie Sumner

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It begins with his boyish grin of confidence
Flowing synergy of a man with competence
A treasure trove exposed of sexuality
A Divine pleasure in sculptured reality
A triumphant King, he seduces my bare soul
Unprotected, my fragile heart loses control
With faith in desert eyes that burn with heaven’s light
A mirage past fades, revealing love burning bright  

( A real  love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you lose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch. This is an example of a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it. I love theses lines dear Poetess of love: Cherie Sumner, my applause)

He is so sultry, The Sultan of Seduction
His conquering touch, my body’s abduction
My Priest of Passion, King of Sensuality
I bathe in desire of spirituality

(By a sensual touch on a human body will contribute pleasure and arousal, Learn sensual. touch for improved intimacy and better love in daily life)

Sun parched desert sands burn, boasting best to compete
With blistering fervency of his body’s heat
Windswept in emotions of devotions felt deep
My Sultan knows - the love he sows, he will surely reap
Every kiss, exciting touch, whispered profession
Seals my love as a sacred vow of confession
I raise a chalice of celebration with pride
Hail to my beloved King, the throb of you inside

(Every human should experience a way of touch or a journey of love at least once in their bed-room life. With every sexy skill and patience, we have to peel every layer of inhibitions and love making as a pleasure which is sacred)

He is so sultry, The Sultan of Seduction
Addicted to his magnetic induction
Spiritual Fire, Emperor of Ecstasy
The Sultan of Seduction – now a part of me   

( A touch by a finger will create arousal and will tempt to go further into pleasing activities among the couples, this needs to be encouraged in life, especially among close love affairs)

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•  BETWEEN THE LINES

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Man can never know the loneliness of a woman. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this blending, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her. Love is everything, love is birth as well as death, love is infinite, it is everything in life,

Please accept my congratulations dear Poetess of love, Cherie Sumner for sharing this wonderful poem to us, May God bless, my applause, my love to you.

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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