Posts Tagged ‘woman’

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.)

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WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

What Do You Want From Me?

Fucking hell woman! How can I be of service?
I can’t even begin to scratch the surface
Your presence is make me feel nervous
As my nerve hits
Me all the time— running around my aura like circuits
Acting like a fucking clown in a circus
When you’re constantly singing Pixie Lott song verses
Keeping me heated around you like a Thermos
Relax— stop trying to perm us
As if you’re setting the atmosphere on fire like a furnace
As you’re walking around looking sexy yet looking moody and mirthless
I’m not sure if you’re trying to make me feel wordless
By using mind games to make me feel worthless
As you’re watching me with observance
Glaring at me with those eyes of sternness
Trying to get into my skin like epidermis
You’re pissing me off here— slithering around like serpents
Trying to wrap yourself around me like a surplice
Acting in a manner that would have any man feeling extreme and surplus
Wanting me and begging me for a meeting like a sexual convergence
Asking me in a needy manner to engage in a carnal and an intimate concurrence
Do you want me to serve you sexual favours like servants?
Are you asking me to piss you off like a bunch of wind-up merchants?
Look at us two— we’re both lost like a couple of nerdy virgins
Running around in circles
With our faces turning a different shade of purple
Being around you is kind of pricking up my alertness
Bringing up clear notes like an advertence
I do try to prevent myself from seeing you like a deterrence
Because in some cases me and you are different like a divergence
I need to steer clear and stay clean like detergents
Because you’re mentally cutting me up here like surgeons
You’re not acting like a normal citizen or a burgess
You’re acting like a right turnip
I’m here like I’ve got time to purchase
As I’m sitting here watching you move around with no aim or a purpose
Just so that you know— this is just a clear observance
That you used to live as a recluse like hermits
With a face that looks unemotional and aversive
I shouldn’t really attach a stigma
But you are something of an enigma
A white woman with the smoothness of vanilla
And at times you’re full of charisma
I’m a little nervous when you’re coming at me like a gorilla
Breaking certain laws like a maverick and a guerrilla
Swanning around in extensive clothes and expensive chinchilla
Trying to get into my mind like the Hare Krishna
I’ve tried to be your confidant and your emotional assistance
When you’ve treated other people like your personal assistants
I’ve tried to be your emotional backbone as well as your persistence
Keeping things real with you on the base of my consistence
I’ve given you my time, patience and existence
You’ve had my total compliance unlike a resistance
I have been your lover and sex slave connected to you like commitments
We’ve held each other’s hands during times of good health and sickness
I don’t think I could help you any more
It’s for the best if I just go out the door
You’ve got to get your groove on
Because I’ve already moved on
Goodbye. God Bless. So long

Copyright © 2012, 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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

Women With Their Handbags & Gladrags

Handbags & Gladrags

This woman looks so glamorous
And she always looks so lovingly and amorous
She’s different to the noisy and the clamorous
Haters want to diss her and become slanderous
Simply because they’re just moody and cantankerous
The other ladies and their greed has become first-class avarice
All the men are over-ecstatic and rapturous
The gay men are watching with a look that’s hazardous
Just because she’s flashy like the paparazzi and their cameras
The jealous women are behaving proper harmful and cancerous
Bragging about their pussy being all deep and cavernous
This glamorous woman’s spirit is the antithesis of languorous
That’s why those other women appear to be bitter and rancorous
This woman’s the real deal with her head screwed on like a graduate
Having to deal with idiots and their backwardness
She is a credit to most aspirants
When she catches every tear like handkerchiefs
She’s got that Dixon-style appeal—alluringly scandalous
The boys in the corner are looking at her with a look so ravenous
Getting a high off her presence and beauty like a bag of cannabis
This lady in the orange dress is too polite and magnanimous
Her sassiness will knock out any antagonist
And lay them out in the back of an ambulance
She speaks her mind like a bunch of level-headed activists
She is fearless— the antithesis of someone who’s pusillanimous
I love the way she struts around in designer gear and handbags
With a massive diamond ring carrying the weight of sandbags
Looking super-attractive in her tight-fitting gladrags
Looking down her nose to the jealous tarts and fat slags
As she’s looking to jet off like a black jag
The green-eyed bitches are giving her lip and backlash
Trying to itch on this woman’s beauty like a back rash
There’s always one damn jackass
Trying to chuck in their two cents of waste like badlands
A stunner like this woman makes the other women look slapdash
No wonder why they’re acting like they’ve got anthrax
With their skin all dry like a landmass
This woman is going places like a backpack
Looking at her has me in deep thoughts and flashbacks
Like I’m reminiscing on a coast in Scotland by the sandbanks
Her black skin in a red dress looking like a game of blackjack
Looking tastier than a slice of flapjack
Trying not to step out of line or backtrack
She is the classy saloon whereas the others are clapped-out hatchbacks
Most men are on the Rule tip—wanting to clap back
Her presence is beyond captivating
It has ALL the hot-blooded males activating
Their movements— watching their competition in aggravation
I would be one of many people to be backing and advocating
Whatever she does in life as opposed to sit back and keep annotating
I think we’re all in agreement here that she looks fascinating
Her voluptuous frame has all the envious girls all agitating
But to her— she just continues to keep on liberating and emancipating

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

She's Got That Sasha Fierce Fever

Sasha Fierce Fever

Little girls with their tears
Big women running with their self-conscious fears
This woman has the men all fizzed up like beers
She even had me sweating behind the ears!
The big jealousy bunch is coming from the queers
Just because her arse is spherical like spheres
Her body outdoes all of her peers
Keeping it real every guten morgen like Piers
She keeps things crystal clear
That’s why I’m here
On the hope that she keeps me near
And close to her like a modelling career
When fellas see her they change gears
She could run the world like Sasha Fierce
And she can break all dodgy atmospheres
I love the way she engineers
Her business-like mind like a bunch of financiers
All the wastemen want to steer
Her booty and go lose control like a reindeer
Her body screams out “I AM HERE”
Leila Love is a true pioneer
Looking foxy like Cleopatra from Goldmember
She’s the lady I’m gonna remember
From now til November
As ever
Her presence is a never-ender
From Doncaster to Denver
There are no other contenders
To her body all tender and shaped like a Fender
She is a credit to her gender
Calling out all big spenders
Recognizing that she’s real like legal tender
She is a sassy diva
With that Sasha Fierce fever
Leila’s middle finger to all the non-believers
As well as the under-achievers
The tosspots are eager
Going loud like speakers
Acting shady like drug dealers
Following this diva like tweeters
With sweat running from their Caesars
She winks at those sweaty-faced geezers
Her derriere has all the guys in seizures
I’ve never felt sweeter
Simply because she’s a healer
And a leader
As well as a teacher
Keeping men on their toes like a job seeker
I’m gonna need a breather
After the intoxication from this stick of reefer
Keeping me all puffed away like a shisha
Those boobs of hers are one of her sexiest features
The boys are jumping on her like mad creatures
Those jealous slags say she’s a stopout
Libidinous males say she’s a knockout
Tossing about with their cock out
Acting gormless like a college dropout
Her fierce fever keeps me heated like a hotpot
She’s high-end fashion like Topshop
Always on the go like a foxtrot
Popping here and there like a game of hopscotch

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

Oh My GOOD Goodness!

Staring In Amazement

This woman walks through crowds
Attracting loads of perverts and louts
As they send screams, jeers and shouts
When they follow her whereabouts
Everyone’s staring at her in amazement
Horny men are falling to the pavement
She has them on lock like enslavement
Her boobs are close and intimate like an engagement
Hot-blooded males refuse to take an abatement
Whereas the ordinary women are looking with abasement
Jealous crack whores want to cause her defacement
Perverted bastards having dirty thoughts with debasement
Pageant queens want to be in her emplacement
Her boobs had the whole community awakened
The men are making their stares so frigging blatant
They’re acting like they’ve made a new ascertainment
Jealous brothers are cussing in blasphemy
As their erections are giving them agony
This woman continues to breeze through with vanity
With those boobs– they MUST defy gravity!
She must earn a huge salary
For passing through with those huge mammaries!
As ever– she’s strutting her stuff with apathy
Noble people often question the audacity

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.)