Posts Tagged ‘surreal’

Oh NINA!!!

Nina— She Keeps Me Sweet

Her love for me is excessive
I love the way that she’s expressive
It can be seen as borderline possessive
She’s all hands-on like she’s obsessive
No more am I feeling depressive
She makes me feel calm as opposed to being oppressive
A woman like her— she is never regressive
She’s a revolutionary with potential to be progressive
And she doesn’t cover up like a suppressive
She’s not straining like a repressive
All the time she’s running up and down my chest
And she exposes her big breasts
Oh my days she’s blessed
She is trying to rip off my vest
Wanting me to get undressed
As she emerges like Ursula Andress
Her presence is beyond surreal
When she’s copping a feel
She entertains me like a showreel
This woman is the real deal
I’m feeling like Ian Beale
She’s as strong as steel
It’s my heart and mind she wants to steal
This whole experience is unreal
As my head is spinning like a wheel
It’s her clothes that I want to peel
A woman like her is considered ideal
There’s something that she’s dying to reveal
As she’s keeping me like a captive in an ordeal
She continues to hush my lips like a seal
Giving me a kiss from a rose like Seal
Her hands were made to heal
My sexual thoughts were hard to conceal

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.)

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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

Queen Cleopatra VII

Cleopatra

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.)