Posts Tagged ‘sexy’


Oh Limara— You Are Such A Beautiful Woman

Damn you Miss Limara
Your presence had me bowled over like the cricketer Brian Lara
A woman like you had me all hard like body armour
The Mount Grace days of when life was much calmer
Seeing you kept me and my batteries up like a charger
I would have signed away my life to you like a treaty or a charter
We could have been something that’s bigger and larger
I was secretly attracted to you like gold diggers to gold and fools to a snake charmer
Most roadmen wished they could plant a field of you like a farmer
Wishing that they could keep you wrapped up warm like a parka
As well as wanting to be the modern day Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker
Limara you are the type of woman most people would cry for
You have the body and presence most women would die for
Wow woman! We could have been the perfect dream team
Back in the days of the Grace when I wanted to taste you like ice-cream
Your sassiness made all my brothers and I scream
You never failed to gleam
Everything about you just beamed
You’re so hot to the point that I wanted to blow my steam
As an extraordinary woman— you were EVERY black man’s dream
I was on the verge of bursting at every seam
All the boys at school were totally whipped by you as if they were whipped cream
I had admired you always for your high self-esteem
Your sultriness was understated as opposed to being totally extreme
Looking at you now— you’ve still got the modern-day regal presence of a queen
I feel like a fool for not asking you if I could be your king
To me, you were more than a great deal like a ream
It hit me proper that we had grown away
Even at a point when your smiles had me blown away
You were a rarity to me— a black woman who’s good looking and nice
Me being a fool was running like a few headless chickens and mice
Reminiscing about you whilst I was tucking into my peas and rice
Going all cold and numb like I’ve just showered myself in ice
Now I’m sitting here like a flipping slice
Thinking to myself; “Wow damn Limara! You were and STILL ARE a woman of spice!”
We could have been the road version of J.Lo and P. Diddy
Looking at your picture makes me feel all warm, fuzzy and giddy
Giggling to myself foolishly like a little kiddy
I wish I could just wrap myself around you like a middy
I’ll be the first to admit that I was a total fool
Because I didn’t have the bottle to ask you out at school
And furthermore— I was too busy trying to look cool
When in the end I looked and felt like a complete tool
You always reminded me of a Nubian beauty
The type of woman with a nice smile, body and booty
I always saw you as a cutie
A total antithesis to those girls who were beyond kooky
Right now I’m sitting here thinking about what could have been
A potential night of surreal bliss with your skin against my skin
All of those hopes and dreams have now been dashed in the bin
Thinking about you has sent me into a whirlwind spin
Feeling the sharpness of reality like a pin
Definitely a cut above the average Lynne
We really could’ve been the black version of Chris and Gwyn
Whatever happens from now I just wanna tell you this
I want to wish your life is forever in a state of unreal bliss
And that it stays sweet like the chocolates from Swiss
Don’t ever let people take the piss 
Miss Limara… Let me at least send you a kiss

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



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.)

Foxxy Cleopatra

My Strong Feelings For Foxxy Cleopatra

Instead of prancing and dancing
And the continuance of the gormless glancing
I’m gonna take my chance and
Just say how I really feel
As I’m going harder than steel
I’m all heated like a ready meal
Wanting to take off like an eagle— call me Seal
Here I am— smoking my Benson’s
Listening to Rhian Benson
I need to say how I feel
About her being the real deal
My feelings for her are getting harder to conceal
As she has natural sex appeal
I’m so glad that I’m bearing witness
To her neatly-toned frame as she’s the business
You can tell that she does a lot of fitness
Her presence has me in a sudden stiffness
With her smooth brown skin full of richness
She’s so surreal that it’s almost fictitious
This woman is so nutritious
That’s why I want to crunch into her like a pack of biscuits
There’s a reason as to why she’s so foxy
She effortlessly rocks me
With her flawless body
Making other women look shoddy
Looking at her makes me want to go back to the seventies
Where brothers were united when they were drinking Hennessy
This lady swans around with supremacy
Keeping things sweet like a melody
I’m all hard-headed like a helmet
As she wears dark blue denim and velvet
She’s spicier than rice and curried mutton
With her toned midriff and bellybutton
Can I tell her that she’s as tasty as a muffin?
These feelings are becoming hard to bludgeon
I don’t want to sound like I’m full of glutton
But this IS my moment thanks to Martine McCutcheon
I’m gonna tell her that she’s a dime in a dozen
And that she heats me up like an oven
She’s a cut above the typical blonde model-esque Russian
This Foxxy Cleopatra keeps my blood rushin’

Copyright © 2013 René Olivierre; all rights reserved

She's That Kinda Woman!

That Type Of Woman

I love a woman
That can think like a woman
With her thoughts in sync like a woman
As well as the cute blink of a woman
I want a woman that’s got the kink of a woman
That’s wearing pink like a woman
That can drink a drink like a woman
With the cheeky wink of a woman

I want a woman
That has the sweet smell of a woman
Keeping me under her spell like a woman
Looking rather well like a woman
Instead of giving me hell like a woman
I want a woman that rings my bell like a woman
Who swans like a belle of a woman
Who doesn’t kiss and tell like a woman
But wears the light colours and pastels like a woman

I need a woman
Who can soothe me like a woman
Who keeps me on the move like a woman
With her sexy little groove like a woman
I need a woman that tells the truth like a woman
That blows off the roof like a woman
Swanning herself with the inner youth of a woman
Keeping herself the 100% proof like a woman

I crave for a woman
Who looks nice as a woman
Who cooks my rice like a woman
With the added spice from a woman
Keeping it wise like a woman

I want a woman
Who keeps it real like a woman
Who wears heels like a woman
With a feel of a woman
I want a woman that cooks a meal like a woman
Who keeps things ideal like a woman
With her unique sex appeal of a woman
Keeping it surreal like a woman

I’ll lay down for a woman
Who can tongue-kiss like a woman
Who keeps me in bliss like a woman
But doesn’t take the piss like a woman

I like a woman
Who keeps it plain like a woman
Who takes off like a plane like a woman
As well as keeping me sane like a woman
She needs to be a Shania Twain of a woman
Dealing with her emotional pain like a woman
By playing vain like a woman
When she’s stroking my veins like a woman

I love a woman
Who’s packing some like a woman
In her bum like a woman
With a smooth tum like a woman
I want her to kiss my thumb like a woman
As well as her to be my chum like a woman
Not to play dumb like a woman

Copyright © 2013 René Olivierre; all rights reserved

Super-size Women are SIZE SEXY

My Super-Size Ladies– You Are Beautiful!

The one thing that I deeply hate
Is with these lovely ladies losing weight
Plus-size women are beautiful– I would definitely date
It’s their size that I would tolerate
We need more women like Macey Long
In a plus-size woman– where do you see the wrong?
I salute women like Jennifer Hudson
All the men are wanting her like a gun-slinging huntsman
These type of women are lustful and libidinous
Makes these skinny women appear with unevenness
They’re curvaceous, sexy and they’re also classy
Full of confidence as well as being sexy and sassy
These sexy ladies are also mighty-fine and stunning
Jealous bitches look on and they become nasty and cunning
I am absolutely in awe of their size
Nice teeth and eyes as well as their stunning pair of thighs
These women turn on ALL of the guys
But they love to act as if it was a damn surprise
I just want to jump on them and ravish
Because they’re so damn luxurious and lavish
Plus-size women are so damn perfect
These women are doing the word “sexy” some service

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.)

Queen Cleopatra VII


Women come and go like money in your pocket
But the woman that I know stays close to me like a locket
Her conversation are so deep that it makes you wonder
The sexy little voice that puts your body in a slumber
Caressing my facial hair, my ears and my lips
I love the way she stands and sways her hips
Serenading me sweet nothings in my ear
Her words are so sweet that they become sincere
Her lips are so sweet and pure when we kiss
Her tongue’s the sexual emblem of romantic bliss
The love that she delivers is just hard to resist
I’m so in love with her— this adventure continues to persist
It’s all sensual— there’s no need to take the piss
Because the love that we have is deeper than an abyss
This is a woman of power and supremacy
She oozes control, dominance and ascendancy
Her eyes are so dark that you could easily get lost
Skin so smooth that it reminds me of moss
Her breath’s so warm that it puts you at ease
As she nibbles my nipple during a sexual tease
She is an emblem of sexiness, power and elegance
I love listening to her because she’s full of eloquence
She is the total opposite of spitefulness and pestilence
I gotta say she is the exemplar of sexual excellence
Aroused by her presence I can’t control myself
This feels surreal— I’ve got to get a hold of myself
She goes by the name of CLEOPATRA
This poem should’ve been called Cleo’s Mantra!

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.)

A Pretty Sight

A Sight For Sore Eyes

I am a man with no shame
When it comes to gawping at a woman’s frame
I can tell you that this isn’t a game
Your body’s on fire like a flame
Well I’m glad you came
Because my dick’s gone hard like a crane
Your presence keeps like sweet like sugar cane
I’m just dying to know your name
You’re looking like a black Lois Lane
The kind of woman that always stayed on my brain
You’re not like the same
Like my ex-girlfriend Charmaine
I want you like I wanted Shania Twain
I know that line sounded lame
And I don’t wanna expose you like fame
But I feel it’s my time to proclaim
That you’re the epitome of a dame
Your body’s the target I want to aim
This big cat here is kind of hard to tame!
Please don’t deny me and disclaim
A man like me and his fine frame
Who’s just dying to know your name

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.)