Archive for July, 2013

Yasheen II

This Woman’s Ja-Making Me Crazy!

I’m often phlegmatic and lazy
But this woman has me all perky like a daisy
Her curves has me all hazy
And all laid-back as if I was wavy
She is one in a Milian because she’s all gravy
This black ensemble she’s wearing is ever demure yet racy
Her alluring figure has all the guys going zany
If I’m being honest here— this woman looks tasty
Making all the modern black British women here look pasty
I’m seeing jealous women who are nasty and flaky
Just because this fine Jamaican’s body all nice and shapely
That’s why men are tossing off to her pictures on a daily
Behind all of that booty and beauty— she’s also brainy
Sending horny men flying to the nearest wine house like Amy
The joker-ass Jafaicans are acting all dubious and shady
As well as moving around in a manner so snaky
Acting and performing constantly like Kevin Spacey
Her sexiness and enchantment is making us men crumble like a pastry
To put it simple— this woman is ja-making us crazy
She’s making our heads a right turner like Lacey
With those fabulous legs in those tights looking rather lush and lacy
As she struts the streets of London so stately and greatly
With the classiness and sassiness of a modern black lady
As the cab drivers turn around to watch her so hasty
Without giving a toss about their own safety
Even looking at this woman has me talking rather faintly
Wanting me to release the best like Patrick Swayze
This lady’s looking flashier than a new Mercedes
She’s not your average Miss Tracy
As she prances around London all strong with bravery
A fine specimen from Jamaica
With the watch of wastemen tossing their dough like bakers
Her body and presence is a breath-taker
She is the ultimate ice-breaker
With enough audacity to turn goody two-shoes into troublemakers
I don’t blame her
That in these tough times she’d rather be the paperchaser
She would laugh in the face of danger and failure
As she is aiming to do better for the greater
Getting rid of her haters like a cheese grater
Always on the move like trainers
I’m sure she’s entertaining like film trailers
She’s giving thanks always to the Creator
This woman gives a stark warning to all players
Chopping their egos down to fuck up like razors
She goes by the name of Yasheen
With looks and a personality to match— she’s quite dashing
She has all the brothas out here cussing and tongue-lashing
And all the sistas all arguing and clashing
With their egos crashing
As Yasheen’s still strutting and flashing
Sorry… I meant flaunting her goodness
The same goodness that attracts us men like tourists
Her attractiveness is driving me mental
When I’m chewing away on my Airwaves Menthol
After eating some oriental
I’m on the verge of another tremble
This lady has the credentials of a model
Especially when she’s wearing that sexy ensemble

Copyright © 2012, 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME RENÉ

You’re Not Going Anywhere René

I am your captor and your prison guard
And my aim was to treat you like a piece of card
I wanted to leave you beaten up and scarred
As well as eaten up and marred
All marked up and charred
Like pieces of wood from the lumberyard
I wanted to stretch you out like a leotard
And watch your every move like a bodyguard
But there’s something melodic about you like a harp
Which makes me feel at large
I am tempted to barge
Your arse as well as to charge
At your malnourished body like a drunken tart
And wrestle you to the ground like Owen Hart
And kiss all over your heart
For you— I’m too smart
You wouldn’t know where to start
You’re with me now and there’s no way we’re gonna depart
It would be a shame to drift apart
And cause a piercing pain so sharp
I want to take charge
Of your battery and recharge
I didn’t want to cap you
In your arse and then trap you
Torture you and slap you
And laugh as I aimed to snap you
But for some strange reason— I’ve developed some strong feelings
And emotions for you— hence why I’m laid bare and revealing
Not killing the mood as if I was repealing
If only you were there to hear me squealing
In excitement as I’d hit my head off the ceiling
You and I could make the perfect sealing
As I find your slim and emaciated body appealing
Still— it needs more toughening and annealing
I will have you cartwheeling
In sexual euphoria as I’m dealing
With you and your clothes as I’m peeling
Your smooth black hands are made for healing
So please rest them on my hips
When I kiss your lips
And caress your fingertips
Looking tasty like chocolate chips
René you are not going anywhere
I’m going to be with you everywhere
Like a song from Fleetwood Mac
As I’ve got your back
Giving you more heat than Shaq
When I’m keeping you stacked
As I’m keeping a grip on your sack
You’re my Black Jack
That keeps me entertained like Jack Black
As we’re shacked up in this shack
I’m going to stick onto you like Blu Tack
When I’m burying your face in my rack
I’m craving for you in the same way I would crave for a snack
As your hands are running up and down my back
I’m feeling sexually carnal
For a tribal king like yourself because you’re artful
I can be imperfect and partial
Because I talk a lot of garble
I just want to protect and serve you like a marshal
Without being dangerous or harmful
From day time to night time
Mr René… YOU ARE ALL MINE!!!

Copyright © 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “A Beautiful Intoxication: Poetic Accounts of Seduction, Power, Sexual Desires & Craves As Well As Deep Addictive Attraction To One Another”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

JUST FUCKING RAVISH ME!!!

I Want You to Ravish Me Baby

Well now that you’re mine
I’m not gonna waste any more time
As I am a woman in my sexual prime
Still keeping myself fresh like thyme
Mr Pierre-Olivierre you are mighty fine
A tribal king who woos ladies with the art of rhyme
You make me hot like summertime
As I’m aiming to go another level with some summer wine
I want to see some of yours before you see some of mine
But anyway— I want you to see, touch and feel my butter line
You and me obviously make a fine design
With a curvy body like mine— why the hell would you decline
It’s clear that I am sexually sublime
You are black and sexy defined
René I want you to rip my clothes off
And expose me the way commoners expose toffs
I want you to take me and ravish me
Go hard on me babe like the Kardashians on a lavish spree
I want you to put your thing inside of me
And make me full of beans like the women from Glee
I want you to make me feel like a dirty girl
Who deserves no diamonds, rubies or pearls
I want you to put your hands on my breasts
And I want to tear off your shirt and your tank vest
Oh babe I feel so famished
So horny and sexually famished
I wish we could take off and vanish
And live somewhere luxuriously lavish
Baby— come at me like a piece of horseradish
And ravish me in a way that’s outlandish
I need you to be the opposite of passive
As I’m serving my body to you like a plate of bacon rashes
I am asking you to make me high like a stick of hashish
No way are these feelings fabricated
As your aura keeps me fascinated
As well as sexually aggravated
But I don’t want to be beaten or flagellated
Or strangulated
I want this sexual mania to come together and to be heavily accumulated
And I will do anything to keep your dick hard and activated
I want you to keep me enthralled
And still keep your dick as hard as a baseball
Make sure that you sexually pressurize me
As well as savagely mesmerize me
Don’t even bother to summarize me
Just keep on to surprise me
Take control of me and tyrannize me
Babysit my body as well as supervise me
Oh for fuck’s sake get your rocks off
Knock my block off
Rock your cock off
Punk-rock your flock off
Until you clock off
Just as a bare essential
I want you to fuck me and make it special
As you’re bending me up like a pretzel
René— I’m asking you to ravish me until you burst a vessel

Copyright © 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “A Beautiful Intoxication: Poetic Accounts of Seduction, Power, Sexual Desires & Craves As Well As Deep Addictive Attraction To One Another”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

A Letter To My SEVEN Loving Daughters...

Daddy’s Letter To His Seven Beautiful Daughters

My little girls— remember that Daddy loves you
And that your dad will put nothing above you
I want to give you lots of cuddles and kisses as well as to hug you
All the love I have for you girls— it makes me want to blush too!
Seven times I was at the maternal ward
And seven times I’ve cut the umbilical cord
I will go back and forth and across the board
To make sure that you girls are always content and never bored
My beautiful daughters always strike an emotional chord
They’re alive and more than well— I’ve got to praise the Lord
I feel luckier than a football player who has just scored
The love for you girls is something that I can’t keep stored
My little girls make me feel more than adored
They make me work my arse off for the Daddy of The Year Award
Your love never goes ignored
You lovely girls always make me feel restored
As I’m staying sober on this glass of water
I’m going to introduce ALL seven of my daughters
I won’t announce you lot in any particular order
Simply because I can’t deal with the torture!
First up is my first-born called Coralie
Who always stands up and shouts with authority
I love that girl because she is the epitome of ‘Non-conformity’
And she’s always hugging me and kissing me so cordially
Daddy loves you too Valerie
Your smile is picture perfect like an art gallery
Your energy has my old bones charged up like a battery
I’m a tad bit scared about adding another calorie
My little belle— oh wow! It’s Raphaelle
I remember when I caught you at the time you almost fell
The day I had to deliver you at our stay in the Savoy Hotel
For a little girl you’ve got the sweet smell of Chanel
As you get older you’re gonna become a fine mademoiselle
You’re gonna have all the boys under your spell
Here’s a shout-out to my dear Isabelle
All the boys tell me that she is a belle
My darling Isabelle is a proper over-achiever
Not only do I believe in her— but I do believe her
She’ll cut down her haters like a machete or a cleaver
And I believe that this girl will become a teacher
She’s got the dominion to become a strong leader
Baby girl— I love ya and Daddy needs ya
Yvonne is so vain yet she is so damn beautiful
For a little girl she keeps it real and is not the type to be delusional
She does talk a lot to the point that she’s immutable
And she caters to my aid like a pharmaceutical
I will make sure that she will never go through any anguishes or crucibles
She is my little girl with lots of love that’s inbred and constitutional
Daddy has lots of love for you too Madeleine
I would spear anyone for you like a javelin
A girl like you could start your own radical movement with the Jacobins
You are the epitome of good fashioning
Your mother finds it really cute when you’re randomly babbling
Your style of running reminds me of a horse’s galloping
It makes me laugh that you can’t keep still like a mannequin
I even struggle to stay focused on you and what’s happening
You remind me so much of your little sister Jacqueline
Little Jacqueline is always looking so gorgeous
Like the grand canyons and gorges
She’s always posing for photographs whilst resting on the porches
She told me that she wants to own her own fleet of Porsches
My seven lovely daughters— remember that Daddy loves and adores you
With my hand on heart I will put nothing above any of you
You are the seven loves of my life
That came from me and your lovely mother who is also my wife
What happens to us— remember the best is yet to come
Lots of love from your loving dad and your lovely loving mum

Copyright © 2012, 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Alicia Keys

Alicia Keys

Her sexy silky voice puts my ears in a slumber
As Bart Simpson would say “Ay Carumba”
Stop reading the Memoirs Of a Geisha please
And listen to The Diary of Alicia Keys
So stunning and sexy in a tight-fitted bodice
She is every inch a black queen and a black goddess
Miss Keys is regal elegant within her presence
Swizz Beatz must be blessed to have her essence
She must keep him sweet like Christmas presents
I often fantasize about her as my ideal queen
The heart of Mother Earth and an aura so serene
I’m always on a high over her like caffeine
Hot-blooded lads are supercharged like a machine
“Slow down babe– let me make this move”
That’s what she said to me when I was bussing a groove
She’s got a body for the lads to show and prove
The kind of body that all the guys would all approve
Alicia Keys is what you call living proof
Of black women’s sexiness always blowing off the roof
To think that this was all a dream– I couldn’t believe it
Not a chance in Hell am I going to achieve it
A love like yours I’m willing to receive it
Any stresses you have; I’m willing to relieve it
She is sexy, alluring and she is bloody attractive
Her music is also attractive as well as adaptive

Copyright © 2011 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “H.A.N.D.”), written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Alicia Keys II

Alicia Keys II

This songstress really eases my stress
She’s full of talent as well as sexiness
Her figure suits her so well
Those Essex girls are “bare jell!”
Of her alluring figure
All the guys pop off like a trigger
I want to bless her like a vicar
And make negotiations with her like a dicker
Her voice soothes me like a harp
As ever- she looks so sexy and sharp
Oh Miss Alicia Keys
We keep begging her please
We all know that she’s a damn tease
With her body she appease
Her beauty makes all the guys freeze
I wanna taste her like Mackie D’s
I’m currently going mad
Because I want her so bad
But in all seriousness to Alicia
I wanna respect her like Aretha
But I wanna play on her like an arena
As she stays cool and tropical like a verbena
I’m mad like a hyena
Oh my I need a breather
Because she rocks my boat like Aaliyah
She’s as rare as a fine rock like a galena
Her current husband
Should be a has-been
My heart is where she’s living here
From yours truly Monsieur Olivierre

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry- The HeART of a Conscious Poet”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Alicia Keys III

Alicia Keys III

Her sexy, silky voice puts my ears in a slumber
As Bart Simpson would say “Ay Carumba”
Stop reading “The Memoirs of a Geisha” please
And start listening to The Diary of Alicia Keys
Yes guys it’s Alicia Keys
The sex icon and a dick-tease
I fantasize about her being my queen
The heart of a champion with an aura so serene
She’s on a high like caffeine
With a body of a broad bean
Miss Keys is regal and elegant within her presence
Swizz Beatz must be blessed to have her essence
“Slow down babe, let me make this move”
That’s what she said when bussing a groove
Any man would be a fool if they didn’t approve
It’s those kind of guys that you need to remove
To think that this was a dream- I couldn’t believe it
Not a chance in Hell am I gonna achieve it
She is sexy, alluring and so damn attractive
Got all these hot-blooded guys all hyperactive
She is every inch a black queen and a goddess
Every man grows more of a fondness
Towards the Grammy-award winning songstress
Please excuse me for being nonplussed
Her music releases my emotional distress
These feelings I try to repress
About her and her sexiness
I don’t expect her to acquiesce
Nor do I expect her to care if I regress
Her aura and essence must be blessed

Copyright © 2010 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “Artistry- The HeART of a Conscious Poet”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)