Archive for October, 2015

Let Me Be The Boss René…

Posted: October 28, 2015 in Uncategorized

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Just Lie Back and Let me Be the Boss René #LimaraWorld  (Poem 1)

Just lie back René
Shut up your mouth
Let me straddle you
Whilst my hands are going down south
Let me take control
To work on you like a games console
Let me take the time to cajole
You into connecting your soul to my soul
As my body wants to rock and roll
My aim is to keep you hard like a pole
As well as to keep you heated like a casserole
Smothering your head with my black fur stole
I don’t want to be JUST another woman
I want to be the ONLY woman
The total opposite of being wooden
As well as wooden
I am that woman that can fill you up with excitement
With my charm and sexual skills of enticement
That will leave you satisfied and enlightened
Me and you making love in seclusion and in confinement
In our very own love cave with the loneliness of a basement
Getting up to our own monkey business with disgrace and abasement
This is going to sound like a weird statement
But I’m here for your sexual enslavement
As I’m positioning myself on top of you in a compromising emplacement
To keep you treasured like an encasement
You can charge me for all of this funny business like an arraignment
As we’re getting up close and personal like an engagement
Now you just lie back and let me be the boss
As I’m giving you a good hard toss
Not giving a toss
As we’re about to get dirty like a puddle or a soss!

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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To The Ladies In My Life…

Posted: October 23, 2015 in Uncategorized

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A Public Letter To The Ladies In My Life 

To the ladies in my life
The ones that I sought potential to be my wife 
I thank you all for the trouble and strife 
Sharpening me up like a kitchen knife
From zero to five
I remain in the wire that’s live
Damn Limara! She was the peas to my rice
Running through my head like head lice
I could never put a price
On our love as it kept me alive
She will always be my Queen Cleopatra Limara
Keeping my belly full like a spaghetti carbonara 
Lucienne brought me nothing but drama
Causing me more grief than a melodrama
I’m trying to keep it presidential like Mr Obama
As well as humble like President Opara
Despite all of this she rode me like a llama 
Madame Lucienne was extravagant like the Trump Plaza
With enough issues to create her own saga
Caroline Nicholson was the prom queen without the tiara
She’s the type to bring the heat like lava
I felt nascent around her like a larva
Touched by her smooth skin with the coffee richness of Java
I’ve gotta show love for Miss Evangeline
The mother of my princess Madeleine 
A total opposite of a wallflower and a mannequin 
With the exuberance of New York’s Madison 
Ophelia was that woman who rocked sexiness to the maximum 
She’s got more juice than a tangerine
And the power and strength of the Chinese Mandarin
But our relationship was challenging 
There were times when it was blackening 
And there were times when she had me gladdening 
We had some great sexual intercourse
Bringing our own definition of a watercourse
With more splash than water sports
She was turning me hard like broad doors
Reminding me of those whore broads
As we were making more noise than floorboards
She had the supremacy of a warlord 
Damn! She sure was a total forethought 
Oh Miss Rosalyn!
She kept me entertained like Little Miss Jocelyn
Totally had me rocked out of my moccasins 
The epitome of freshness like new oxygen
She had me all lean like Mr Bean
As she paraded her regalia like an African queen
Miss Rosalyn has the face to grace every screen 
She’s had most men feeling like prepubescent teens
I had a lot of laughs from Maxine 
She has the model sexiness for Maxim
Her presence will prick anybody like a vaccine
I remember her having skills in the kitchen like a canteen
Too bad that the relationship didn’t work out
Now I’m reminiscing about her like a burk now!
And then there’s this firecracker Jennifer
She was every inch a predator
With the power of a state senator
But she’s got the party spirit of a reveller
Renée was and still is that girl 
That despite everything still rocks my world
The only woman that can rock a pair of pearls
With the sweetness of a baked cinnamon swirl
And then there’s my dearly beloved Jacqueline
Still on my mind and in my skin like Vaseline 
I miss the sound of her voice like a mandolin 
I’m getting all wax lyrical here— call it Lanolin
Completely devastated that she’s gone to this day
She’s gone to Heaven without me? What more can I say?
The memories I have of us are on a constant replay
Since she passed away nothing has been okay
No matter who I’m with— she will always be my fiancée 
And I would give my life for hers to stay 
To the ladies that have been a major part of me
I just want to say that I love you all wholeheartedly 
And like Spandau Ballet— this much is true
Please stick around for my Part 2

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “The Olivierrean Experience”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience

We Gotta Keep On Keepin’ On…

Posted: October 17, 2015 in Uncategorized

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Brothers and Sisters— Keep On Keepin’ On 

My brothers and sisters 
Patch up your wounds and blisters
Because we are the true victors 
There’s no need to take on the nasty whispers
We’ll keep on going hard like the Clippers 
Trendsetting away like the hipsters 
Every day’s a lovely day from Bill Withers 
With a bit of laughter like Joan Rivers 
In this day and age of corporate reshuffle 
Where for us it’s a struggle 
To look after your kids and juggle 
Multiple jobs in this cold hustle 
We as the original people have to remain humble 
Throughout the times of trouble 
When we start to believe that there’s no light at the end of the tunnel 
We will continue to be organized unlike a huddle
And to get through this tough time without a scuffle 
Even if we have to pace through and scuttle 
In this rat race/concrete jungle 
Trying our best not to crumble
This is a case of Go Hard Or Go Home 
We can’t afford to stand still like a gnome
Nor can we aimlessly roam
As if we’re swanning in Rome 
I don’t want any of us picking up the chrome
We shall remain tougher than leather 
Whether it’s good or bad weather 
We will not be castrated like a wether 
In any signs of pressure 
Things must and Will get better 
No more would we feel low like a beggar 
We’ve got to keep on keeping on together 
All negative bindings we must sever 
We got to move on a bit clever 
Throughout these times of pressure 
We will get our source of pleasure 
When we’re all becoming successors 
It’s not long before we give our middle fingers to our oppressors 
We can watch them melt away like a piece of Vienetta 
Clear our minds from any personal vendettas
Us brothers and sisters are full of cleverness
In everything we do so effortless 
That’s why we need to move with a togetherness
With the regalia of Africa and United Arab Emirates
Still continuing to move in unison like real confederates 
Without the need for a temperance

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Who Wants To Share This With Me?

Posted: October 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

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Wanna Share This Bottle of Red With Me?

Well here I am at home
Sitting here all alone
All blown away like a trombone 
Just chilling in the zone 
About to open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon 
Ready to get my drink on
Chilling with my mink on
I wonder who’s got the bottle 
To join me with this big expensive bottle?
Drinking this red goodness from its curvaceous wattle
Why don’t we drink enough for us to both waddle? 
As well as hobble and wobble! 
This Cabernet Sauvignon red 
Will gp straight to your head
Making you feel too sexy like Right Said Fred
As well as drunk like your name was Ed
Come on have a drink on me 
Get in sync with me
Tickle my pink with me
Let me get some glasses
Before time surpasses
No need for VIP passes
For your humble arses! 
Do you really need time to think 
Over whether or not to have a drink?
Well here I am feeling like Sable
With my bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon on the table 
In my surroundings looking rather opulent and palatial 
Looking tasteful

Copyright © 2014, 2015 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “JUICED”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)