Archive for March, 2015

2015-01-04 07.16.10

Do Me Senseless

Let’s just do it until we can’t do it no more
I want to be the Michael Douglas to your Demi Moore
As well as the James Bond to your Pussy Galore
Do me in until my piece gets sore
I want you to do me all over the living room floor
With my love harder than the living room door
Continue to go hard and dirty like a filthy whore
Going super wild like a bloody boar
We’re being the antithesis of a total bore
Bounce me hard like an exercise ball
Splash me hard like a waterfall
Until you break your wonderwall
Let’s go mad as if we’re having a brawl
I’m loving the way your legs are wrapped around me like a shawl
Staggering like we’ve been on the pub crawl
As you already know that I’m enthralled
With the hyper energy you’ve installed
Enjoy yourself as if it’s a fairground ride
As my juice shoots up like a Tsunami tide
Continue to let loose like a horny schoolteacher
But still R.E.S.P.E.C.T. me like my name’s Miss Aretha
Keep going keep going— don’t stop for breathers
I like it nice and hot like a row of halogen heaters
Do me senseless and do me stupid
Put a spring in my step like a raving cupid
Handle your business girl, HANDLE YOUR BUSINESS

I’m loving the way you’re dealing with my thickness
Keeping with the theme of being sexually unreasonable
With your love smelling like the reason of it all
Anything between us is more than achievable
Doing me senseless is more than conceivable
I gotta tell you that what we have tonight is unbeatable
No one else can imitate it— it’s unrepeatable
Baby you’re making me feel breathless
We’ve got each other so I don’t care about being friendless
I’m more interested in getting into your entrance
In terms of its acuteness and wetness
Let’s go on and on— I just want to feel restless
I want tonight to be endless
It’s already gone past stupendous
I feel blumming headless
As I’m losing all sense of my senses
So just do what you do best and do me senseless

Copyright © 2011 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “SEX— My Sexual Fantasies: My Gross Take on Sexual Activity and The Beauty of Intertwining The Flesh”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)



Show Some Love To Your Jewellery (Part II)

Let me come at this from a different angle
I sincerely love those people who wear loads of bangles
Even if they do sound like a band of jangles
It’s all about the necklaces making your neck dangle
Idiots would envy over someone else’s things and then want to wrangle
To the point of fists flying and the threat of a strangle
Over some expensive diamond bangle
That does more to people other than to decorate and spangle
I love my jewellery but I won’t risk getting my arse mangled
Over some stupidity that I can’t untangle
Let’s give some props to this lady 
Who people might think is a little bit zany
Hey! Call me crazy
But her jewellery has the superstar quality of a Mercedes
With a sheer class like a glass of Baileys
Fruity and colourful like a bottle of Oasis
Let’s face it— this jewellery Epidemic awaits us
Her beads are looking fresh like new-born babies
Looking like M&M’s— sweeter than Slim Shady
She’s like me— a right beads fanatic
Whatever people may think of her, she looks fantastic
I love how her beads are more stretchy like elastic
Like me— she’s more than enthusiastic
About her beads like an old-school romantic
Some people would say that we’re all saddos 
And that our lives are pathetically tragic
Thinking that we’re unbelievably spastic
I love beads simply because they’re organic
I love my huge quantity because they make me feel ecstatic
Even if people think that I look strange and manic
I’m not a street preacher but I feel like a design for life
I would say this to my beautiful queen and my future wife
Going back to this woman with the colourful jewellery
I just love the way she wears them so beautifully
Looking as eye-catching as the Queen’s Jubilee
Not giving a toss about the others and their tomfoolery 
It’s like watching a human rainbow
With the brightness of a flame-throw
I shut off to those who think that we’re a bunch of weirdos
My aim really is to be a unique brand of hero
To jewellery lovers who feel like a right zero
Making ourselves look like right legends like Beroe
We could all look like love children of Mr. T and Carmen Miranda
Rocking our finest jewellery whilst we’re perched on a veranda
Looking like we’re spreading our own creative propaganda
Swanning around like a blast from the past type of memoranda
From Camden Town, Canning Town to the ever-so-colourful Atlanta
We’ll be causing curves in the ‘Fashion Circuit’ like a meander
I’ll be forever wearing my beads with my dark blue Chucks
Not giving a damn and two fucks
To those who don’t like it— that’s too tough
Personally I’d tell you all to do one!
Jewellery looks really cool when worn in copious amounts
Even if it costs a lot— Rest in peace to your bank accounts!
It looks good on Miss Miranda and Mr. T
As well as myself, Slick Rick and P.M. Dawn’s Prince Be
With all this jewellery it’s got to be hard to miss me!
I’m rocking all my beads like it’s going out of fashion
The necklaces, the bracelets with the shells worn with passion
As well as with the breeze in my hair in self-satisfaction
Leaving the nay-sayers looking all colourless and ashen
Us jewellery lovers have the confidence that the others have no fraction
Of wearing our fancy adornments— as ever looking like a tourist attraction
It takes love and commitment to wear all of this jewellery
Without the added pressure from nay-sayers spouting their tomfoolery

Copyright © 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Olivierrean Experience”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


What Black Women Used to Stand For

Black women back in the day stood strength and honour
Nowadays they say hurtful things when they holler
Acting like a material girl… call them Madonna
Some of our sistas have from getting grades to illegally chasing dollars
Trying to take off like a chopper
Attracting the arresting likes of a copper
By shaking that junk with more meat than a whopper
What happened to the prim and proper black women?
Billie Holiday and Beverly Johnson were exemplars of a perfect vision
Tyra Banks was attractive— her beauty was down to precision
A woman like Veniece Hall has me heated like a kitchen
All the Nicki Minaj types are proper vain like narcissism
Dancing to the Rihanna types like a broken down rhythm
Let’s not forget about the Lil’ Kims
Playing around like arse-clowns and pilgrims
We need more black women like the late Rosa Parks
For our future queens and matriarchs
Black women stood for their equal rights and more equalities
Whereas these weave-wearing bitches promote frivolities
These young black see Nicki Minaj as the ideology
Young black women are now representing hypocrisy
Black women represented elegance and eloquence
As well as showing evidence of achieving high excellence
What ever happened to the Black Motivated Woman?
People nowadays have this conception that appears woollen
White women are making black women’s ideas appear wooden
Going around with the mentality of a clown-arse hoodlum
We need more women like Jade Johnson and Dame Kelly Holmes
Two black athletes with high success hitting at your domes
We need our women to conquer all the thrones
Instead of being known as unknowns— imitating like clones
We need to have the young black women representing sheer class
Not wearing next to nothing— baring out their tits and arse

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “G.E.M.I.N.I.”); written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


Je suis Captivé Par Votre Présence
(I’m Captivated By Your Presence)

Vous vous tenez debout là comme un garde sécurité
Avec un corps gracieux avec les courbes agréables
Stupéfié par votre charme provoquant et aura
Il me captive; dans chaque sens du mot
Ces sentiments sont plus qu’absurdes
Je vole comme un oiseau
J’aime comment votre cul se vante dans leggings
Ce cul grand, juteux – la grandeur d’une pomme cuisinante
L’emballage dans plus de jus qu’une bouteille de Snapple
Je m’assois ici avec une vision d’entre vous 
Une vision d’entre vous étant debout devant moi
L’offre de moi les frissons de tension sexuelle 
Comme vous mettez là surveillance de moi comme une garde
Captivant moi avec votre coup d’oeil
Vous êtes le résumé de fait d’être provocant
La sexualité, la sensualité aussi bien que l’érotisme
Votre peau de chocolat lisse me tue!
Vous êtes une statue d’attraction
Avec vos cuisses fermes et gratte-culs agréables
Vos lèvres m’ont reçu s’est adonné à vous comme la marijuana
De tous les hommes vous apparaissez devant
Vous me mettez et encerclez
Avec votre petit montant sexy comme un modèle de passerelle
Un modèle de dignité, haute classe et étiquette
Je suis heureux que je sois piégé en votre présence
Comme un enfant ouvrant ses présents de Noël
Je pourrais rester ici pour toujours dans votre omniprésence
Vos cuisses font des pensées sexuelles survenir
Comme je contemple vos yeux 
Oh mon vous êtes une vue pour les yeux douloureux
J’aime comment votre clochard fait bouger
La chaque fois que vous marchez
Vous me regardez comme vous me vouloir

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “EXPOSED!”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


My Conception of The Perfect Woman

She’s a beauty made from God’s perfect vision
Her skin’s so smooth and nails are done to precision
The inner beauty’s warm– I would never had envisioned
A soldier and a fighter– accomplishing her mission
This woman’s so vibrant– you don’t know what you’re missing
She’s in a league of her own and has them other cats hissing
Her walk’s so sexy– she has the jealous women dissing
The type of jealousy that can cause a serious division
Her flexibility can put her in all sorts of positions
She plays tricks with guys like mad magicians
The men are harping away like jazz musicians
Still drawn to her body like fashion issues!
All eyes on her like lips and tongues kissing
Turning their heads round like a contortionist twisting 
The presence of her are like diamonds when she glistens
Her vocal tone’s so seductive– all the guys can’t help but listen
She’ll have your attention like a teacher in a lesson
She’s got me thinking about her like revision
Watching her every move like See-See TeleVision
The genie in the lamp every time you start wishing
Hooked on her presence like a n old man’s fishing 
Little boys in the corner with their dicks twitching 
The sweat from his brow makes him want to start switching
Myself plus this beauty plus another addition
I get a high from her like an addiction
As she cuts haters off like an excision
She’s always on my mind like a decision
Her voluptuousness eradicates away the competition
Because her sexiness and her aura’s the perfect composition
That’s why guys are giving her these mad propositions
Which to me raises some odd suspicions

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the books “EXPOSED!” And “G.E.M.I.N.I.”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


Jay-Z vs. Nas— Brooklyn’s Finest & The Queensbridge Poet

Before these two were all laughs, smiles and jokes
These two were against each other with their verbal punches and chokes
Both of them were battling for the crown of King of New York
With their own styles and ideas of the new talk
Trading insults and mocking each other
Instead of looking up to one another like a brother
This tedious tirade happening in the name of Hip-Hop
Trying to differentiate themselves from the bullshit Hip-Pop
Their diss tracks kept us full up like food from the chip shop
It was a reminiscent of watching the beef between Pac and Biggie
When 2pac dissed him hard by calling him Piggy
I remember Jay going hard on Nas
Trying to smash his own lyrics on him like a pint glass
Messing him up and tearing him up a new arse
As well as taking him back to class
Nas on the other hand
Was like the real brother from the American motherland
However, he proper gunned down Jay-Z like another man
Would do if he was coming at him like a runner man
From New York to Los Angeles to San Francisco
Everybody heard Nas calling him the rapping version of Sisqo
Making other rappers listen in shock as if they’ve smelt a fishy piece of cisco
Watching Jay-Z looking and feeling like an exposed window
Like he’s lost the balls to boogie out in a disco
The Jigga-Man sampling Nas’s voice in his song Dead Presidents
Both of these rappers rightfully earned their precedence
These two wordsmiths definitely rose to eminence
You can tell these two were battling it out for the excellence
With this rap beef—trying to stomp each other out like elephants
They’re now all grown up with style and elegance
They’ve given us the best beef since 2Pac and Biggie
They both know that this beef was not going to go borderline silly
In a rap game full of big willies
Where at times the beef can get chilly
Keeping the competition hungry like it was nitty-gritty
God’s Son vs. God Hova was the battle of New York’s Big Willie
This beef was the real deal
Something that the whole of New York can feel
Both Jay-Z and Nas were tearing strips off each other like orange peel
This beef taught these two to stay tough, hardened and annealed
Instead of fart-arsing around and spinning around like a cartwheel
I can honestly say that these two rappers are truly a big deal
It was like watching peace being made by Phil Mitchell and Ian Beale
I’m totally elated that these two made the peace
And that they can sit at the same table and have a feast
Standing side by side as Hip-Hop Kings of The East
Without their blood spilling into the streets
Both of these rappers are full of bigness
Simply because they are the business
Graduated from being the Hip-Hop whiz-kids
With their gritty rap lyrics mixed with slickness
I hope that these two do remain all smiles and giggles
Keeping each other sweet like a packet of Skittles

Copyright © 2014 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Olivierrean Experience”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)