Archive for November, 2013


From Capture To Rapture

You and I are going into a new chapter
Even when I’m having your sexy ass in capture
Loving you had me in a sense of rapture
When I captured you— I had to pounce on you like a panther
My sex drive left me dry like a cream cracker
And it had me going through the emotions like an actor
René you ARE the X factor
Because your sexiness keeps me spiced up like coriander
As your captor
Now that I have you in capture
Looking at you charged my batteries like a charger
Keeping me up like a phone adaptor
I will do better than your woman Samantha
My super-size body of sexiness and glamour
Will make you growl with sexual frustration like a black panther
Your black skin has the sweetness of a Jolly Rancher
I just want to peel off your wrapper
Simply because you have the swagger of a rapper
I want your black hands on my glamour
The kind of attention that most men would cry for and clamour
I’m not a bloody slapper
But you KNOW I think you’re more than dapper
And for that— I’m going to hold you down like an anchor
And polish your dick like a wanker
Keeping it nice and hard like a hammer
Making you want to blow your load like a banker
Keeping us both happy campers
As we’re enjoying the sight of my pussy getting damper
Giving you the permission to tamper
With my minge— keeping me filled like a gourmet hamper
During your capture your companionship has kept me emotionally pampered
Surrounding my front and back like a pack of Huggies or Pampers
As you’re in my capture I’m going to make you hush
When I’m making love to you in a way that’s so lush
Making my hairs stand up like the bristles of a brush
And the blood in my body move in a sudden rush
Which is swarming around me like a bowl of slush
Making my face blush
Even though our atmosphere is nowhere near plush
We can entertain each other like a game of Candy Crush
Watch me prance around in this outfit looking rather flush
Looking sexy and expensively plush
Making you want to gush
Trying to itch away at me as if I’ve got the thrush
Whilst I’m getting into your head jungle like a hairbrush
So that you’re more than able to buss
Whenever I’m riding you like a route 259 bus
Hoping that you can make me scream from the top of my lungs
As I’m stroking your lugs
Getting all over you like creepy-crawlies and bugs
Our rapture would be intoxicating as if we were high on drugs
Giving you the electricity— keeping you switched on like plugs
I’m going to bury your face in my jugs
Keeping you contained like hot cups, flasks and mugs
Away from spectators and hot-blooded mugs
Making random tugs
Trying to stay tighter than hugs
Our idea of rapture stays fresher than a million bucks
René I will keep you tanked up like moving vans and trucks
People might think that it sucks
But I don’t give two fucks!

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.)