YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME RENÉ

Posted: July 29, 2013 in Uncategorized
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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.)

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