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Well Come On Then René— I’m Listening

Before I get my girlfriends in on the listen in
Your excuses better be worth me listening
Instead of trying to blind me like a pair of diamonds glistening
The thought of being in a room with you is emotionally crippling
Cheating on a good woman like me is beyond sickening
A fucker like you should’ve kept your distancing
My hate for you right now is slowly but surely thickening
I hope the woman you cheated with is totally sizzling
She must have had your black jackass dribbling
As well as your dick stiffening
The fact that you’re here sobbing and sniffling
Ready to bullshit me with excuses is beyond belittling
I find you quite messed up like a piece of scribbling
As well as repulsive— the antithesis of riveting
Back then I would overdose on you like you were Ritalin
But right now I wish that your black ugly ass was blistering
So tell me René, was this bitch worth your time?
Was she keeping your dick fresh like thyme?
Was her pussy better than mine?
I bet she wanted to buss your arse
Whilst she was giving you the all-rounded master class
I’m begging you to please tell me
About your dirty, sordid affair keeping it on a stealthy
Was her rounded robust arse nice, sexy and healthy?
Because I’m damn sure that bitch ain’t wealthy
She’s nowhere near rich as those tarts from Chelsea
I bet you that that raving whore gave you head
I also take it that she was really good in bed
Were you loving the way that her legs spread?
Right now René— our relationship is totally brown bread
Which I’m sure you know is cockney slang for DEAD
I’m pretty sure that you have enough led
In your pencil to make any woman go red
What you did to me was beyond dread
By anyone’s standards
I’d kill a man for you if your name was slandered
I would hold your corners down like an anchor
For a man like you? You are what I now call a wanker
René— I really want to cut you out of my life like a cancer
You’re starting to bore me senseless like Ned Flanders
I am beyond fucking pissed off and angered
As well as emotionally stranded
I thought that with a man like you— I’ve definitely landed
On my feet when you gave me security, love and banter
I’m still waiting for the bloody justifications
I’m waiting for your pitiful excuses and aimless persuasions
René you need to kick rocks and get stuffed
Maybe some of your friends might be chuffed
To bits with your ridiculous actions which could get you cuffed
You’ve officially waved goodbye to my trust
I’m in total disgust
As I’ve previously discussed
I’m tempted to give your face a good old-fashioned punching
If you do not say something
It’ll be your crown jewels that’ll get a crushing
And get stamped on like a dumpling
Before I move my feet to start walking…

You better open your mouth and start talking

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.)

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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.)

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.)