Archive for October, 2013

Come Hither Baby!

Come Hither René

Come hither
Let me make your dick stiffer
There are other tricks that I’m willing to deliver
As these sexual feelings are making me shiver
I want your tongue to come and slither
Into my mouth and salivate me a river
For you René I will always be a giver
A loving giver to your trembles, shivers and quivers
Let me kiss you on the area of your liver
As you know already that I’m a excellent kisser
Loads of envious bitches would beg to differ
Acting bitch-made like my little sister
Getting all cut-up like a piece of paper to a pair of scissors
Oh babe— come hither
So I can get up-close and slither
Past the small fragments of wood and sliver
You can pull on my strings like a zither
These moments won’t dry up and wither
I wanna make chess moves on you like Bobby Fischer
Bringing in the sunshine with us like Michael Fisher
I will love you like the rock band Fisher
My hands will smoothen out your rifts, splits and fissures
Put your hands on my figure
As I give my hair a little flicker
So that I can get close to your ear and whisper
As well as show you again how much I am a good kisser
So come hither Mister
And get up-close and personal with me like a game of Twister
As we’re making love to slow jams from Twista
I’ll make it hard for you to be a resistor
As I’m making myself comfortable on your figure
To create the perfect picture
I want to kiss you and bite you like an apple
To leave the odd mark and dapple
As I’m still wrapping myself around your body like a rappel
Kissing you and licking you as well as chatting a lot of babble
Continuing to get your dick harder than a barrel
As I’m moaning and groaning loudly like the odd sound or a brattle
Trying to dominate your body like a battle
Playing with your chest and nipples is something that I love to dabble
I will remain to be all over you like geese in a gaggle
You’re sweet as a blackbird and a grackle
The tribal king that swans around like a turkey with the feathers and the hackle
With me— you’re in no position to bargain or haggle
On your lap is where I’ll straddle
And ride you nice and slow like a saddle
Just lie back and let me restrain you like an iron shackle
You René are gonna come hither without the urge to straggle
Even if it means I have to break your ankles
And circumnavigate you in all different angles
So that I can get you bedraggled
Getting ourselves wet with enough puddles to paddle
Let’s make some sweetness like an Hawaiian pineapple
As my hands are reaching for your tackle
Not giving a fuck about the irrelevant chat and prattle
I’ll keep this more entertaining than a game of Scrabble
Babe— I will give it to you from both barrels
So come hither
My mister
It’ll be just the two of us like Washington and Withers
So get comfortable as I’m kissing your scars and blisters

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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The Utopian Prince

The Prince of a Utopian Nation

I am a prince of a Utopianite society
Where people have decency, tolerance and propriety
This place is a place where we’re free from anxiety
We practise a lot of free love and sobriety
We are a movement with Christ by our side like a dynasty
Showing a lot of peace and devotion like a piety
We don’t move with malevolence and malignity
I will lead my people with correctness and propriety
Without the fear of living scared and frightfully
We have a clean reputation and notoriety
I no longer have to live privately
And I encourage the people to live without privacy
It is our duty to praise the LORD and live righteously
The LORD makes sure that we’re never in dire need
The Utopianites strive for peace and non-violence
I will continue to make sure the peace is restored like the Highlands
I will back and forth across the horizons
A prince like me would get rid of all tyrants
Our aim is to claim back our islands
In a dignified manner without the violence and the sirens
We WILL claim back our riches– including our gold, rubies and diamonds
I am the prince who carries a regal essence
Dressed all over in white with beads to adorn my presence
With my long white scarves keeping me all wrapped like Christmas presents
My aim is to welcome all rich, poor people– including pheasants
This Utopianite society will work smoothly with pleasance
As we’re constantly leaving good impressions
My role is to teach them the lessons
Stay close to my people and receive the blessings
The stacked white cups stay glued to my right hand
Exchanging handshakes from a black woman to a white man
No war and help the poor– that’s my motto
Still sipping the Irish cream in jubilance as if I’ve won the lotto
Us Utopianites are strong-minded and free-spirited
We’re relaxing in paradise without feeling inhibited
Our turf will be the best place ever visited
In terms of being an edition– we’re limited
As a prince I’ve got to stay intimate
With my Utopians making sure there’s not an incident
We’re reaching out to people like a helpless immigrant
Our thought patterns are beyond intricate
I am a proud black prince– call me Prince René
I’m simply phlegmatic not explosive like a hand grenade
I will lead the Utopianites to a life of delight
We will rejoice, smoke and take some Angel’s Delight
We will aim to get your reception like a satellite
And blow away the enemies like dynamite
This job will not be done overnight
I want to do properly without an ounce of an oversight
The Utopianites aim to see and share the light
So that we the people can help others to live right
I am the proud leader of a big Utopianite nation
We’re looking to spread the across the world like a bunch of carnations
As you already know– we’re increasing the population
Full of Utopianites to spread good words– call it a domination
We are proud to be the epitome of God’s creation
Giving time to the needy people like a donation
We’re living in moderation
Always making good out of a bad situation
Freedom within reason is ALL we want
Myself and the Utopianites are so blessed– what more could we want
Our happiness starts here and it’s looking to go beyond
Right now I’m finding it hard to respond
I am the leader of a free-loving culture
With the hearts of gold not the minds of a vulture
Our society is clean-cut and precise like a sculpture
Leaving good words in your mouth like an ulcer

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.)

Oh NINA!!!

Nina— She Keeps Me Sweet

Her love for me is excessive
I love the way that she’s expressive
It can be seen as borderline possessive
She’s all hands-on like she’s obsessive
No more am I feeling depressive
She makes me feel calm as opposed to being oppressive
A woman like her— she is never regressive
She’s a revolutionary with potential to be progressive
And she doesn’t cover up like a suppressive
She’s not straining like a repressive
All the time she’s running up and down my chest
And she exposes her big breasts
Oh my days she’s blessed
She is trying to rip off my vest
Wanting me to get undressed
As she emerges like Ursula Andress
Her presence is beyond surreal
When she’s copping a feel
She entertains me like a showreel
This woman is the real deal
I’m feeling like Ian Beale
She’s as strong as steel
It’s my heart and mind she wants to steal
This whole experience is unreal
As my head is spinning like a wheel
It’s her clothes that I want to peel
A woman like her is considered ideal
There’s something that she’s dying to reveal
As she’s keeping me like a captive in an ordeal
She continues to hush my lips like a seal
Giving me a kiss from a rose like Seal
Her hands were made to heal
My sexual thoughts were hard to conceal

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.)

Take Control Of Body René

Take Control of My Body Please

I want you to get all hands on
Use your dick and stuff me like a tampon
I want every little bit of you
Every day and night for just us two
I want your tongue inside my mouth
As your smooth black hands are running down my south
I am a woman with the biggest need for sexual attention
Remember when we were fucking to Maxwell’s “Ascension”?
We were both filled up with sexual rage and tension
Our own sexual antics caused controversy and contention
There’s a lot of things about us I’d like to mention
I want to have my clothes ripped off like you’re ripping my extensions
In the bedroom is where we break all sexual conventions
But I will keep you here with me in custody like a retention
I can assure you that there will be no objections
We may have conflicts of opinion like a dissension
And we’ll have none of this patronizing behaviour like a condescension
I want to tackle every dimension
Of your body as well as to give you protection
I want you to understand me like a lesson of comprehension
I hope that you can cherish my body like all your prized possessions
Your hands touching every little section
Of my body with no pretensions
Babe let’s just fuck each other with no corrections
I’m aiming to take possession of your erection
I want you to inject your sexiness into me like an injection
You have to make me feel tasty like a watermelon
And get tough with my body like a pair of tough denim
Although I confuse myself and get emotional
When it comes to sex— I really do get devotional
With you René I’m the only person you should be sociable to
I discard all those men who are nothing to me but disposables
As I find your aura calm, sexy and approachable
And I also find you negotiable
I want you to check into me like a chain of Argos superstores
As we’re going on a high on this sexual intercourse
I want us to go at it without a pause
Ride me harder than a champion thoroughbred horse
We’re gonna stay together unlike a divorce
I just want to munch on your neck like a carnivore
And to keep you hard like the texture of dinosaurs
We could be having it off indoors or outdoors
Or we could be acting like all saints on pure shores
Like rabbits— I want us to get sexually rampant
Keep this hypersexual feeling going on a tangent
As we are sexing until the sheets are dampened
My sexual feeling s for you René are heavily heightened and plangent
I am addicted and obsessed with your presence because it’s glowingly lambent
Please don’t stop until you’ve kissed every part and fragment
Of my curvaceous and well-proportioned frame
I can’t help my but scream your frigging name
As I’m pulling and tugging on your mane
Going out of my fucking brain
René I need you to be my master in order to keep me tamed
And just please take control
Of my body like a PS3 games console
Just PLEASE keep me heated like a stewed beef casserole!

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.)

Oh How I Need You By My Side Sue

A Voluptuous Sue Standing By My Side

I look at this woman standing by my side
Smiling at me after she cried
I thought a part of me died
A part of me deep inside
She uplifts my pride
With her presence known as “Sexy Personified”
Her body and mind’s always purified
Her alluring nature should be shown off nationwide
As well as worldwide
Her backside makes my mouth open REAL WIDE!
And I love the way she walks with the elegance of a bride
Her sensual voice keeps me bushy-tailed and bright-eyed
She is everything that I need
It’s her love that I bleed
I want her to have my seed
She gives me everything I need
We stay connected like a rosary bead
She keeps me on a high like weed
Her alluring presence is of a different breed
Damn! These feelings were hard to convey
Her love gets me through the day
We sway to all the love songs that we play
We have more solidarity than Aaron and Faye
Her love leaves me with no words to say
She has the inner beauty that I want to display
She’s the superwoman that makes sure that I’m OK
She should be the woman to convert all gays
Her legs could go on for days
With her presence she brightens up my day
I’m not trying to sound cheesy like Darren Day
In her arms is where I want to lay
I’ve got the love that I’ve been denied
From all those years I could’ve cried
With her by my side
She’s given me the extra confidence to glide
I now have that extra bit of pride
That has been trapped inside
She makes me feel good inside as well as outside
Someday I want to make her my bride
Because she is the definition of bonafide
All the time I want her by my side
Without the divide

Copyright © 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living Isn’t Fucking Easy”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)