Let me sign too…

Ahhh, the sweet voice of an angel in my ear…
singing of damnation for true love’s sake
his voice resonant and achingly clear
my heart continues to split and break…

And when his voice is fading away
the cello haunting his final plaintive cry,
I push the well-worn button for another replay
close my eyes and heave another sigh…

I wonder where such an angel as he will go
when time comes to shed his mortal guise?
would it be somewhere I now don’t know,
where I can plunge forever into his eyes?

If that place makes all dreams come true
And he can and will be eternally mine…
I give all away and my lost soul too
Then deal me the promise and let me sign!

(inspired by the umpteenth replaying of Let Me Sign by HHH, Robert Pattinson)

Rob-Hobo jizz-dreaming

This lusty and devastating hobo Rob...
makes my erecting clitoris throb...
eats my little pert corncob...
laps up every buttery drop...
mouth harvesting my coming crop...
tongue darting bottom and top...
teeth teasing me fit to pop...
lips kissing me in orgasmic sob...
oh my lusty and devastating Rob....
keep me coming and never stop!!

When tomorrow dawns tomorrow

When tomorrow dawns tomorrow,
And the world turns older by a year
I wonder what challenges lie in store
Or by what winds my ship to steer...

Whatever Life will toss my way
However tough the going will get
With Him abiding by me every day
My goal is locked in and my resolve set

For the world is a much more brighter place
For Him moving now amongst us all
Considering His voice beholding His face
Makes me forget there is strive at all

So when tomorrow dawns tomorrow
I would embrace the fresh decade too
For the pledges it promises and brings in tow
For my love and want of Him to start anew

Sweet twenty-three

My sweet baby, only twenty-three,
What is a decade, or two or three?
No distance or time in between us two
Can dim my passion and fervor for you!
Dearest, you are no ordinary man
For you do things no other man can;
So don’t let inconsequential numbers
Smother my burning unrelenting desires!
Love me like I am twenty,
Body fresh nubile, face pure pretty,
For you have time to love the rest,
Just come now and learn from the best!
Learn Aphrodite’s ways of war,
Win love’s battles, up the score!
And a word to the young and wise –
Here lies the portal to paradise!
Come, my darling, still twenty-three,
Come and stay one day with me,
My want will melt the years and your body too,
Come, surrender to my need and love for you!

If the whole world loves Robert Pattinson

If the whole world loves Robert Pattinson
The way Pattin-angels love Robert Pattinson,
What a harmonious world it would be!
Nobody would have time to start a fight
‘cos everyone would have been up all night
Cyber-trawling Rob-gorgeous and Pattin-pretty!

If the whole world unites in our love for him
Can our warm regards for each other ever dim?
What a caring compassionate community we will be!
We make and exchange different Rob-inspired goodies,
Generously promoting and sharing the cyber-freebies,
What a truly free global market economy!

When the whole world loves Robert Pattinson
The way I love my Robert Pattinson
Without any judgments, prejudice or hypocrisy;
There will be no space for hate or terror
We would understand and celebrate each other,
Ah, what a wonderful world this could be!!

So, let the whole world join in together now,
No more squabbling about who or what or how -
Let us do it in immediate and global unison!
Make a binding trans-world New Year Resolution
To bring about world peace and cooperation
Sealed with the kiss by Robert Pattinson!

Robert spotted with a beard in Barnes, London

Robert, so you have been growing a beard in London?
And you look lovely with your sissy Liz Pattinson!
Must be so nice and relaxing now to be able to be
Back in Barnes with all your friends and family;

I hope you had yourself a fabulous Christmas time
Tho’ your absence and media drought is a maximus crime;
But more than happy to put up with any long dry spell
If I know it means that you are happy and doing well!

For although there is nothing I like better to see
Than more of you in various forms of gorgeous and pretty,
I have enough saved to be recycled, re-posted and re-used
If ideas of you miserably hiding out somewhere are disabused;

Wonderful to see you and your sis out and about still,
You send me up, I love you, and always will!

If that day never came…

That day when I finally see you
Right before me in stark reality
Looking into your eyes of ever blue
And ever grey reflecting myself back to me;

Creating small perfect conversations
Merging fantasies into the Present Now,
Getting to know without pretensions,
Resolving why, where, what and how;

Sharing your impact in many things I do
To believe you closer and nearer,
How every part of life reverberates you:
No sun or moon or star is dearer;

You smiling back amused self-effacing,
You think my dedication bizarre sweet,
You give me a hug all embracing
Making my picture perfect complete!

You’re deeply moved and affected,
You count good fortune and blessings indeed,
We are known and now connected,
Nurturing an exotic hybrid seed;

We are kissing cheeks saying goodbye,
You’re hoping we will meet again,
I believe your words and heave a sigh
For impending bittersweet and pain;

So few moments of bliss fleetly flying,
So quickly the dreamer wakes to light,
I am so happy, crying, dying
Deep depression in dizzying height!

If that fine day never came…
As I ‘m sure that’s how it’ll turn,
I’ll stay here loving you just the same,
Old dreamers will never learn…

Such foolish dreams make life luminous
No need for blind, deaf, dumb or lame
The wait for you makes living glorious
Even if that day never came…

To JC

Macushla my darling,
never think even for a single moment
you need be jealous of Robert Pattinson;
although i am a Rob-pervert in cyberspace
you are sole winner, there is no race!

You are the only one framing my reality,
Rob is a beautiful figment of my girlish fantasy,
everything i write about him or compose
is embedded with your essence in the prose!

how to explain this obssessive preoccupation
and addictive Rob-centric compulsion?
i can not...
how to cure myself of this repetitive disorder
and become like other wives, nice and proper?
I know not...

And please don't ask me,
you know what the answer will be...

Just believe me when i promise my fidelity,
my deep unremitting love for you for eternity,
from the first moment i set eyes on you
i knew i will forever be loving you!

i love Rob like i love great music;
i get myself lost and found euphoric;
yes, i love his body, his image and his voice;
He's Elvis incarnate, there was no real choice!

So, please love me enough to grant this boon,
abide by my howling at this Rob full moon,
for i'm filled up and passion there is spent,
i will love you the more, and without relent!

for what fairy tale can overtake the truth?
a courageous lover over insouciant youth!
you make me come wherever you bid me go;
my patient indulgent darling,
this is why i still love you so!

When He sings

When He sings...
An angel is come to stay
To take our dull away
And weave new dreams
Create new themes
When he sings...

Every inane and ordinary issue
Takes on a different coloured hue
Happy golden or melancholy blue
He makes them fresh to view
When he sings...

His voice is always complete
Whether broken in cruel defeat,
Or full with joys replete,
Or wrecked by ice of cold deceit;
Or buoyed by cunning rash conceit
When he sings...

No matter how i may be feeling
He sends my spirit up and wheeling
New takes on what life is dealing
All hurts soon take to healing
When he sings...

The past is temporarily put aside
The future promises a better tide
Problems find new ways to hide
I find first class tickets to ride
When he sings...

So, let him sing
This wonderful and talented thing
This delightful muse and bright new bling
This fount of joy and forever spring
Just let him sing...

Robert Thomas Pattinson...just a man

And before we get our knickers in a twist...
Let us be realistic and remember this:
Robert Thomas Pattinson, bless his soul,
Is just a man, if the truth be honestly told;
He is not the demigod or avatar we imagine,
Nor a superhuman or alien exotic being,
Except that being a mere and ordinary man
Is the bit we cannot really understand:
What ordinary man can boast his inequitable inheritance -
His exquisite form and luminous countenance,
His range of musical gifts and assets,
His personality and irresistible appeal to either sex?
There have been predecessors of his kind:
Elvis, James Dean and Jim Morrison come to mind,
But all those fleeting and blazing stars that shone
Have slashed our consciousness but now have gone;
So this new incarnation of titanic acclaim,
This fresh beneficiary of outrageous fortune and fame,
How might he overcome his forerunners’ grief?
Of lives overly fast and tragically brief?
The solace and succor must lie in the determination
To live his own life and follow his ambition;
To surround himself with friends and family
Who trust and love in faithful reciprocity;
To always believe in his inner vision,
To exercise self-belief and harness the passion
For seeking the fulfillment of his expansive potential
In all domains: real, spiritual and existential;
Then he might truly translate into palpable reality
The evidential proof of his latent capacity,
And lift the standard for every ordinary man:
He will be The Man, still only just a man...
But then again, what a man!!

Navigating Real Life

I have been a diligent navigator
And learnt to read each star and wave,
I have been an intrepid traveler
And met each obstacle fighting brave;
But the toll has been considerable,
And i am battling a sense of fatique;
I am tired, weary and often vulnerable
In slower reflexes and weakened physique;
Still, my journey is far from over,
And to defeat i will not surrender or bow;
I will not give up or in or over
With Him as figurehead at my prow;
Whenever the going threatens to overwhelm,
And my sails are tossed and torn,
I take heart when He rules my realm,
And my courage is stoked and reborn;
He fills me up and lifts me high,
He is my framework and my scaffolding;
And i shall know till the day i die:
My life has been saved with His coming!
My love for Him is neither possessive nor jealous,
For a solitary love He was not meant to be:
But equitably-shared and magnanimous,
Unanimously beloved and cherished: that is He!

It is God’s fault...

God, pray bless all the high-spirited women
Who venerate Robert Thomas Pattinson
At the altar of your most holy and sacred temple
With gifts simultaneously proud and humble;

You - who appointed them their special abilities
And grew their individual creative capacities -
See how they use these to rejoice and to celebrate
Your special Son, your modern Jesus incarnate!

You can not pronounce this an unholy blasphemy,
You - creator of this unearthly mortal being of beauty;
If You did not mean for us to greatly love this Rob,
You should have done a far far shabbier job!

Rob is a man of superb luminosity,
He dazzles all with his radiant vivacity,
Every ordinary thing becomes exquisite and special,
Every dull surface reflecting his awesome sparkle!

So, my darling God, how can this be true,
That us adoring him is detrimental to You?
You, who could have made a billion copies of him
Chose to make only one, on your privileged whim!

Now this inexplicable phenomenon has come to pass
That we all adore this one single man en masse!
As he is so very beloved by You, dear Lord,
We cannot help but enter into the concord!

So, remember us well on the final Judgment Day,
And let not St.Peter nor the angels turn us away!
We love Rob, and it is your own divine responsibility
To let us continue doing this in heaven for all eternity!

If You never made Rob, this would not be an issue,
But you have, here we are, more power to You!
(26/12/09 @ 8.25 pm)

Oh very young…

Oh very young and full of beauty
Oh fresh of hope and free of fancy
What promises your life does hold
For you to recover if you be bold

If you were to spare a single thought
For every woman whose heart you’ve caught
There would not be enough time in the world
To cover every arrested and haunted girl

If you gathered every wish and dream
And collected every hope and scheme
You would fill in the entire ocean of the Pacific
And would need to start on the Atlantic

If you could even start to comprehend
How many do truly love you without end
Why, you will fizzle and burn like a new born star
And streak the sky with a bright white scar

And then your heart may feel a heavy burden
Pondering how you might ever serve so many women
Why, it is not your business they love you so
Nothing and everything you do make the numbers grow

So, youth most nubile, sweet and handsome
You miracle incarnate and angel’s ransom
It is well you are in your humble ignorant bliss
Nothing no one told you can prepare you for this

Just keep breathing, live and let us love you
Adore, worship, dream and lust about you
And one day in a really just and perfect heaven
Each one of us will have our own personal Robert Pattinson!

Christmas wishes for our Rob...

Wherever on earth you are tonight,
Whomever you are keeping company,
Whatever thing will set it right,
However you find the way to be happy...
Rob, do it!

Life is so very short and mutable,
And the days fly by before you know,
Nothing worth having is impossible,
If the task does not kill, stronger you will grow...
Rob, just do it!

Treasure the ones who feed your dreams,
Who believe when you tilt at the moon,
They encourage and subscribe to your schemes,
Every one of those believers is a boon...
Rob, remember it!

And when this hectic life of imponderable fame
Finally settles into an easy pace and rhythm,
And you feel you know the rules of the game
And have them singing to your anthem...
Rob, celebrate it!

Let no one try to deter you from your aspiration,
Let none constrain or shape the realm of your art,
Be the one to stay true to your inner ambition,
Stay true to your soul, mind and heart...
Rob, stick to it!

A very wonderful Christmas and golden New Year
For one i hold very dear and close,
May you know deep joy and resounding cheer
From and with the people who love you most...
Rob, you deserve it!

(25/12/09 @ 12.12 am, NZ time)

Does Robert Pattinson know?

Does he even know?
How my heart skips many beats
How my body shivers and overheats
When his blue-grey eyes gaze into me
and my bones are rendered to jelly...
Does he even know?

Does he even care?
How i spend every waking hour
Looking for his images to drool and devour
Every cyber site and blog to seek and google
To listen to his voice, his insouciant laugh or giggle...
Does he even care?

Will he ever know?
How i love and adore him so
How the feeling can only grow
No remission in range of sight
This is so wrong and i can’t make it right...
Will he ever know?

Will he ever care?
That i bless the day of his happy birth
I rejoice in his sojourn now on Earth
That his living makes me glad to breathe
Yearning for him each day is the Rob-bequeath...
Will he ever care?

Well, I do not know and i do not care:
There is never a win without a dare!
It takes courage to love such a man as he,
With never any hope for reciprocity;
This preoccupation is a fount of my joy and happiness:
Without it, my striving will be quite meaningless!
So, for the health and wellbeing of this one person,
She must keep on medicating on Robert Pattinson!

There are stranger things on earth and in the sky...
Never waste your time asking me “why?”
Some happenings are just meant to be so,
Whether we understand, care or know....
He is the one who dominates the frame:
Exquisite is his form, Robert is his name!

(24/12/09 @ 8.22 pm, NZ time)

Rob-pandemic

Such a tragic female global pandemic,
Questions of cure are purely academic,
For there is not one single afflicted woman
Who wants to be cured of Robert Thomas Pattinson!
It may well be the obsession is age-inappropriate,
Nor the manifest symptoms easy to appreciate,
Otherwise perfectly sane and normal people
Rendered hallucinogenic and real-life incapable!
We forget we have boyfriends, husbands or jobs,
Or even children – all our attention are Rob’s!
We spend countless hours and endless energy
Drooling over Rob-voice, Rob-video...anything Rob-pretty!
Ah, a common New Year Resolution may well be wise:
Every one of us should undergo a Pattin-exorcise!
Ah, but what kind of a life would that be
Without this sweet Rob-addictive insanity!
Just tell us the verdict and hand down the sentence:
We’ll do the time but expect no repentence!
We are in this for life and will not be free anymore
-destined to love our Rob and will do so forever more!
(24/12/09 @ 7.45 pm, NZ time)

Little hoorhouse of RAoR

Dear Mr. Robert Thomas Pattinson,
There is a whole RaoR-world full of lovers here
Whose Roblove is so pure and totally self-less
We would gladly use and abuse you, dear
And fuck you till you’re still and senseless!
But should you wish to retain your sanity
Or rest your Robroger or Robjohn
We can bring out the heavy fuck-artillery
- Our Energiser-batteried vibrating horn!]
This is how we save the world, my dears –
All Pattin-sluts and pervs and assorted queers,
We will unite in the bonds of solidarity and trust
To fill the world with love and sex and lust!
We will mount all our varied charges and steeds
And go carry out courageous and heroic deeds,
Like grabbing every man of suitable age
To have, to hold, to devour and to ravage!
Till every single one of them is fucked dry
And they sing Rob-praises to the sky!
For who is their sole benefactor and enabling patron
Who’s making a hoor and skank of each maid and matron?
None but that pandemic and beautifully allergic person:
The dazzling incarnation of Eros in Robert Thomas Pattinson!
(24/12/09 @ 7.40 pm, NZ time)

Rob-ramblings on 17/12/09

this is all so hilariously familiar
where Robsession is concerned, we are so similar
i have become so good at being surreptitious
Robperving to avoid nosy parkers being suspicious
but really i should not even try or bother
everyone knows i am a hardcore Robtwilighter!
all the staff in the cinema know me
i have just come back from New Moon # 33
but they give me badges and stuff like that
they tease and giggle and think me mad as a bat!
my hubby forgives my obsession
as he reaps his sexual satisfaction
he was just as cool when Elvis was my thing
he thinks Rob is just another “fling”…
but my daughter thinks it is highly inappropriate
as Rob is the one with whom she wishes to procreate!
and i relate EVERY single thing to Robert Pattinson
people moan, throw up hands and roll eyes in unison
“Psychologist, heal thyself”, they challenge me
they cannot see that aRob IS my psychotherapy!
but here is the deal and this is true
if they don’t get it, there is not getting through:
Rob is the most devastating pathogen in the world
if you happen to be a red-blooded woman or girl!
the infection causes behavioural transformations
makes you steal and lie to feed the addictions
makes you squeal and hang your head in shame
for your body’s response of just hearing his name…
that single monosyllable…that unitary ROB
makes me shudder and sigh, and swoon and sob
i have never seen one so terminally beautiful
never known a longing so irredeemably pitiful…
how did this intelligent woman with so little effort
become a predator stalking this young Robert?
ah, unfair life and immutable fate!
he is born years too late!
but here in this safe and anonymous fantasy
Robert is my passion and the man for me!
my lovely sisters, what wonderfully potent medicine here
to perv and jizz without shame or fear
sharing our diverse madness and insanity
for Robgorgeous, Robcute and Robpretty
a Pattinangelic and Robslutty life for us
Rob the blessing! Rob the married woman’s curse!
ciao bella!

Favourite Rob-shirt?

oh you girls are way too funnny!
fancy still pretending to give a penny
about what shirts our boy is wearing
when what we really want to be seeing
is NOTHING covering his gorgeous body!
We are altogether too bloody Rob-randy!!
oh, “what tangled webs we weave”
when we first learn to lie and deceive…
the truth is all out there and all in here
a naked Rob is all we covet and revere!!
the best shirt of them all
is one that will self-destruct and fall
right off him as soon as we are alone
he’d be fucked unconscious and lie lifeless prone!!
hee hee hee, hilarious sisters
little lying and horny blisters
i know what you all yearn secretly
all hoors and sluts, you and you and me!

(posted on RAoR on 15/12/09 @ 2.37 pm in response to the question of our favourite Rob-shirt!)

Mixed bag of season’s greetings!

Rob rest all my merry Pattinangels, let nothing you dismay;
Miracles are still happening now, especially on Christmas Day!
I wish that all your fervent hopes and dreams come true today;
Let inhibitions go and multiple orgasms come your sexy way!

So deck your walls with Robhoornaments and Pattinhoorations,
Splash out and proudly declare your undying Rob-pervy affiliations,
And indulge with your lucky men - fill up with carnal joy and titillations
Including mighty debaucheries with major Rob Hobo vibrations!

A very horny and intensely satisfying Christmas to you and you and you;
May His Holy Hotness invade all our dreams and do what we want him to;
Love the ones you’re with and let them love you repeatedly too
And then come back here to share and squee and celebrate Rob anew!

This much is true...

Dear Rob,
Today I know a thing that is true:
Nothing is as easy as loving you!

All it takes is one photograph,
Or the sound of your voice or laugh,
Or a random memory I retrieve from mind
To leave the real world far behind;
There is no end to this infernal insanity,
Loving a figment of my creative fancy,
Never a chance of touching you or to feel,
To see you see me and touch me back for real;

But this much is so true:
For as long as I am loving you,
The world is just that much brighter!
Nothing I do seem any right-er
Than to invest my energy and effort
In enhancing my imaginary Robert!

So that every man within my real life ambit
Will have to that very high ideal submit,
And should even one attain that magical verge -
How my make-believe and real life will merge!
And thus my dreams will all come true at last,
And I will and must hold this fabulous man fast!

This immortal god is transformed and come to life -
He is now my darling husband and I am his wife;
And all Rob-perving and Pattin-fantasies aside…
I know there is no other in this whole world wide!
I so love my earth-bound angel of a hubby,
And even more as he indulges me my Robtastic-hobby!

Today, I once more confirm that this much is true:
I have more than enough love for Rob and my hubby too!!

(written late at night when grappling with the oft-felt guilt of what being a Rob-maniac may mean for me as my husband's wife...Edward Cullen reminds me of my husband and we have seen Twilight together for more than 20 times!! it is our movie, and i love him for not judging my addictive personality when i shifted my Elvis-addiction onto Rob. JC, love you right down to my very bone marrow!! And i know that i am one fucking lucky hoor!!)

A perfect dream….

if i can dream the perfect dream...
we would be walking along a beach somewhere,
sunlight softly glinting gold flecks off his hair,
sand still warm and gently remembering
the weight of our feet as we keep wandering
off the beaten tracks where few people go
to the quiet places only we two know,
and find a spot beneath a big shady tree
to sit, rest and look out over to the sea…

where we can talk and have all the time to be
just us, just we, just him and me…
and he will tell me of the things he treasures,
his daily joys and his ordinary pleasures,
he names friends and special people he cherishes,
he shares his dreams and his innermost wishes…

He listens while I do my reciprocal disclosing
with no haste and no judgments imposing,
he looks at me with his always eyes of blue-grey,
I soon forget the entire world and the time of day…

And he honours me with his unstinting attention,
I feel I am the sole beneficiary of his holding affection…
And, of course, because he is both honest and kind,
He tells me of what is in his heart and his mind:
he is bound to others and he is really not free,
he will never be able to be with or love only me,
and though my eyes brim over with knowing tears
I have no anxieties, nor any malingering fears;

For I know that I am not the only one
Who thinks him her own personal air and sun,
Who covets and desires him with fierce commitment,
Who yearns and fantasizes with undying endearment,
Who spends each minute of the livelong night and day
Wishing and praying for him to come and stay…

I know what and how it is to love this man,
I do it because I must and I do it however I can,
For loving him and being in love with him
Is not a personal experience or a passing whim…

So I tell him again how much I love him so,
He thanks me again although he does already know,
I remind him that my love is not the possessive kind,
Love is love and its over-abundance I never would mind,
I love that so many people love him like I do
I rejoice that so many are loyal and true
I am proud to be in their easy company
And welcome the embrace of this like-minded community;

And then he takes his eventual leave,
While I once more anticipate the coming grief…
Then a sweet and lingering final kiss -
I taste the brief and poignant moment of bliss;
And as he walks away from me once more
I watch the receding silhouette I so adore
Go into the increasing distance that has come between,
And my regret is instant, my pain is keen;
But when he turns one last time to wave goodbye
I catch my breathing and let go of a sigh…
Ah, as long as he will come again,
What of this impermanent and passing pain?
Nothing, as long as I can continue to dream
My perfectly repeatable perfect dream…

(the outcome of stream-of-consciousness jizztyping...have a nice day! Love you, JC!)

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

He is our very Merry Christmas:
So gorgeous and decked out in colorful lights,
All boxed up with potential and surprising delights,
Bringer of resounding joy to those who have been good,
A sackful of pressies and gifts of hard wood,
Toys we can enjoy in full and repeatedly,
He is finger-licking good and trigger-gun ready,
He meets all expectations and lasts twelve days,
He is forgiving and indulgent of all our evil and pervy ways:
He is our very Merry Christmas!

He is our Happy New Year:
He is what we want, wait and long for,
He is what we hope, pray and wish for,
He is the culmination of past long year,
He is the bringer of all every bright cheer,
He marks another important milestone in our journey,
Although his own run may only number twenty-three,
He is our long-awaited and well-deserved holiday,
He is built and here to gambol and loll and play:
He is our Happy New Year!

He is exactly our Happy Holidays:
All the time to slowly linger, look and leer
And adore and sigh over that face so dear,
To shake and bake and make all manner of creations
That will feed and water our chronic and hungry addictions,
Prose and poetry, videos, blogs, manips and pics,
No work and all day to jizz and squee and get our fix
He is exactly our Happy Holidays!!

(And to cyber travellers everywhere, and especially LindaSus and littleredfiat, have a gorgeous holiday season and lots of lovely Robdreamy encounters! ciao bella!)

A man for all seasons

He is just like a brand new spring morning…
Lightening up the remains of the night,
Washing the dark off with cascading light,
Persuading sleepy birds back into song,
Scattering memories of yesterday all gone,
Offering the promise of a rejuvenating start
Where I can once more try my part
To make something of this precious and daily gift
For another chance to give my life a reaching lift:
He is just like a brand new spring morning…

He is like the heat of a summer afternoon…
Sucking up the vapours from my daily toil,
Making the white clouds form, swirl and broil,
Till pregnant with their weighty burdens
They tip their moisture to wet my gardens;
So I learn to tolerate the rising temperature,
Even as I sweat and wait for more clement weather,
I know that the sweet relief will come for sure
I know to be patient, to stay and to endure:
He is like the heat of a summer afternoon…

He is my cooling breeze of an autumnal evening…
When all my work at long last is done,
And I witness the dipping of the exhausted sun,
When I sit with him at evening meal or supper
And enjoy the close of another day together,
Knowing that we have done all that we could
To do what’s due and right and good,
Looking forward to our well-earned and just desserts
To assuage our stress and soothe the collected hurts:
He is my cooling breeze of an autumnal evening…

He is like a deep and sacred winter’s night…
When in the dwindling of the straggling hours
We snuggle close up in a space all ours,
And take the time to taste, savor and explore
The paradise of each other’s bodies once more…
To love eagerly like young virginal spouses,
And do whatever our mutual desire arouses,
Then to feast, gorge and devour in every which way
Letting only our need for each other to hold sway:
He is like a deep and sacred winter’s night…

He is my man of all seasons…
For whatever it is that my life will offer and bring
In the seasons of autumn, winter, summer, spring;
I am convinced of my transcending capacity
If I have him dwelling and abiding with me;
And as the seasons do come and run in turn,
And ice does ever chill and fires ever burn,
I will forever love him with perpetual fidelity,
He is my only one and he will always be:
He is my man for all seasons…

RobAvatar…..

Sisters, this is way too weird,
Like another kind of Robward…
Just been twice to see the “Avatar” movie
In dimensions numbering three, bettering 2D!
And cannot believe my huge surprise
And I am telling you no lies:
The main alien guy, the blue hottie
Is so much like our beloved Robbie!

Especially when he is newly “driving” the alien avatar body
And stumbling around like a gorgeous and gangly giraffe baby,
He is exactly our beloved Robert as infamous “palsied chicken”
An uncoordinated and adorkable real life Pattinson!
The way his innocence and naivete plays out
As he investigates his new world and all about:
His sense of amazement and surprised delight
In the wonders of the new planet’s day and night…
Reminds me totally of our dyspraxic darling
Rob could have been the avatar’s twin that’s missing!

So am having a new source Christmas fun and joy
Imagining the blue avatar as our missing lovely boy!
I now possess an extra choice and viewing option
If I want to see our Rob in a screened incarnation:
Either as Robward in the “New Moon” movie
Or as the huge blue alien called Jake Sully!
The 8 foot tall avatar from the planet Pandora
Must have a proportional huge Robmuffin-nana
And he has this very flexible and robust tail
I imagine many things and my breathings fail…

So, go see the movie, my lovely sisters
And see if the alien avatar gives you the shivers!
Lovely possibilities if you have the imagination –
Totally creative ways to perve a la Robert Pattinson!!

Hee hee hee, ciao bella!

Silent Night….

“Silent night, holy night,
all is calm and all is bright,
Round yon Virgin mother and child,
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace…”

My own silent night, on this unholy night,
Nothing is calm and nothing is right!
No more virgin but a mother - though wild
Often neglecting both husband and child,
Sleep comes with much difficulty, dreaming of Rob-depravity!

Silent bloody night, fuck-awful night,
Visions of Rob and clitoral throb
Rubbing and tugging with almighty power
Jizzing and vibrating to wilt and deflower
Any remnants of virginal peace, wracked with Roblusting disease…

Another unsilent night, another unquiet blight
Batteries all gone, fingers all worn
Tired of hearing my own moaning and whine
Why can’t the body he’s jumping be mine?
Why can’t the name he is calling be mine?

Silent tonight, quite jolly tonight,
Snug in bed with Rob in my head,
And loving the fucking I have been giving my man,
Digging that he can quite understand
That he is the one doing the job, fucking care less I dream of Rob!

(with respectful apologies to the traditional carol!)

Robvideos as antidote to Real Life Bitch

these videos are the life of me:
lift me up and help moderate Life’s reality;
these videos are the death of me:
pull me in, detain and retain me…

mitigating RL and its bitching sad stories:
- health, family, work and money worries,
giving me some reasons to grin and smile
while trolling for Rob-escape her for a while…

reminding me how wonderful real life can be too
if i can do all i really want to do
savour the things that money cannot buy:
the viseral fulfillment of perving our guy…

no invasive pap shots or products of entrapment,
for our boy as himself is pure entertainment;
without any disingenuous role-playing or artifice,
Rob being Rob is magnificent and will suffice!

and watching Robsten is a double-edged sword
lovely viewing but needing more than i can afford:
giving up fantasy and into what’s real -
that Rob and Kristen might be the true deal!

well, i can be gracious and self-sacrificing too,
i can be appropriate and Rob-centred too:
for i bless whoever can do the business
of providing Rob with peace and happiness;

i have always known that this will come to pass,
that such a precious must find his love at last,
and if it be another Rob-like beautiful young woman,
well, what better way for our own beloved special person!

so, i send our Robsten my best of felicitations,
may they always enjoy reciprocal dedications:
be of mutual comfort, encouragement and cheer,
be united in courage in the face of fire or fear!

Real Life deals to everyone in equal measure,
and a soul mate is a rare and profound treasure,
may she be the ideal and balancing companion
to our incomparable Robert Thomas Pattinson!

i sigh my sigh, and am surprised with a tear…
what, some remnants still of regret lingering here?
ah, but some things will never change or flex:
after all, i am a Robloving Pattinhoor to the max!

so yes, these videos are the death of me
the images and the music compose my mutability
and, though poignant and most certainly sublime -
they suck up my energy and follies and time…

they cannot render me nubile or young anymore
i cannot pretend he can be mine anymore
i cannot imagine him single and free anymore
i am destined to be a bystander for evermore!

yes, and life sure can be a ruthless skank!
but facts don’t reduce Rob ’s place in how i rank:
he is still the Uno Primo, the creme de la creme,
though i no longer contend to be his femme;

but sincerely wish him a full and abundant life,
and will for him a faithful partner and maybe wife,
lovely and bright children one fine day,
and high fidelity to be him in his own way…

do i detect a rising melancholy
in this den of Rob-iniquity?
no, you cannot put a Pattinhoor down!
Pattinslut temporarily lost but now soundly found!

No matter what Real Life has in store for me
i renew my comitment to more Rob-therapy:
spending words and time and precious energy
creating and consuming what is good for me!

onward as we deal RL a good bitch-slapping!
Pattinhoors unite in collective Rob-healing!
Only we know for us what is right, proper or true:
So Rob, my darling, we remain stuck on you!

My sisters, what a fabulous and poignant post!
you hoors are the Pattinangels with the most!
thanks for the variety of quality sharing today…
i am tanked up and go to battle another RL day!

ciao bella!

(written in response to some awesome video posts on Random Acts of Rob and contemplating the ways in which some of our sisters have been having a tough time in RL lately...)

Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day,
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth and goodwill to men!

And I thought how, as I remember now,
My staying obsession and undying passion
I thank God for the creation
Of my lovely Rob on earth, Hallelujah and Amen!

Till screaming and squealing through the walls
I heard the fangirls fill the halls
The frenzied mob, stalking Rob
No more peace on earth for him, nor goodwill then!

From each crazy and screeching demanding mouth
The paps followed him east and west, north and south
And with his back against the wall
It seemed there’s no escape for Rob at all
No peace on earth for Rob nor goodwill then…?

And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace for Rob,” I said
“For their hunger for Robnews and Robpics are strong
And their disrespectful ways mock the song
Preaching “Peace on Earth, good will to men!”

Then I heard London’s bells peal loud and deep,
Rob is in his own British home and fast asleep!
The wonderful relief, the hopeful belief
His family and friends will help him mend
And find him some peace on earth and goodwill then!

I pray for Rob to have a joyful Christmas time,
I wish him love and a calming mind sublime,
I believe pursuing paps and fangirls will fail,
His own bright and sparkling self to prevail
With peace for him on earth; good luck, Rob, and Amen!”

(With due love and respect to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, that jolly good fellow!)

The twelve days of Christmas…

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eight Robcats a-purring, seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me nine Robnana muffins, eight Robcats a-purring, seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me his ten fingers a-teasing, nine Robnana muffins, eight Robcats a-purring, seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me eleven CDs of his music, his ten fingers a-teasing, nine Robnana muffins, eight Robcats a-purring, seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree;

On the twelveth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve Jack-Rabbit-vibrators, eleven CDs of his music, his ten fingers a-teasing, nine Robnana muffins, eight Robcats a-purring, seven Pattinhoors a-posting, six Robsluts a-jitzzing, five Cullen cuffs, four sexpender pants, three Stoli shirts, two Heinekkens and an Edward Cullen in an oak tree!

(still on the Christmas theme and inspired by the old traditional carol )

The Three RobKings

(with due respect to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Three roles that started the journey of this white hot superstar:
Cedric Diggory, Salvador Dali and Edward Cullen;
Though there were others like Geisher, Toby, Art, Daniel…but by far,
Those three Robparts made a supernova of Robert Thomas Pattinson.

Each of the characters gave Rob a wonderful opportunity
To demonstrate the depth and richness of his thespian craft;
They began and maintained the brilliant trajectory
Of a career too coruscating and talented for anyone to shaft.

Three roles opening Hollywood doors with golden keys,
Brave interpretations for one of such green and tender years,
Expanding his repertoire and escalating actor fees,
Ameliorating earlier penurious anxieties and fears.

And so our Rob seems assured of maintaining a fabulous career
In film and music, should he so choose to continue on this way,
And for those of us who adore and appreciate him will cheer
As we get to enjoy his many guises, day after fortunate day.

Yet there are menaces that dog his every step and movement,
Invade and assault his confidence and privacy,
He has never the luxury of a quiet or intimate moment
Without fangirl screams or clicking flashes of the paparazzi…

The Three RobKings that were Cedric and Salvador and Edward Cullen
Are not immune to the murderous Hollywood Herods of the traditional tale,
Can they teach Rob some things that can thwart and turn
The Hollywood poisonous lot and leave him well and hale?

Cedric Diggory was noble and kind, a wizard who left no friend behind,
Salvador Dali was eccentric, and nurtured his own unique talent and style,
Edward Cullen was supersensitive, strong and quick of mind,
All three knew pain but kept their faith in themselves all the while;

Might Robert learn Cedric’s loyalty and keep his good friends close,
Cultivate Dali’s tenacity and keep his own counsel and truth always,
Be like Edward and have the highest fidelity to the loves he chose,
And remain true to himself at all times and in all ways…

Maybe then Hollywood Herods will fail to spoil the newborn star,
And Rob escape the worst of consequences of his own popularity,
Gossip, drugs, addictions and malice will not hurt or mar
His youth-bright innocence, British optimism or artistic integrity.

Three roles and three gifts to bear for Rob, if he be intelligent and wise:
Loyalty, Tenacity and Fidelity through thick and thin, better or worse;
And Love…always Love to see through mendacity and artifice
And then our Rob will survive and transcend the Hollywood curse.

When the Three Kings rode through Bethlehem of old
And left gifts of frankincense and myrrh and gold,
They were so grateful that they got to finally behold
The promised son of God, holy babe so long foretold…

So we remember at this happy time of celebrating Christmas
Our good luck to have the good fortune and joy
Of witnessing the trajectory that is Robert Thomas –
Our own beloved babe and golden beautiful boy!

And all us moo-cows, baa-sheep, meh-goats and roar-cougars,
Pattinangels and Robcherubs gathering round his manger,
Are ever ready to down tools and fit to kick ass
To keep our Rob-man-child out of harm and danger!

This young man will one day be King of the Hill,
We can already see the truth in that statement,
His crazy talents will many promises fulfill
And ensure uber success for young Robert, Monsieur Pattinson…

Well might his mother be in awe and bow her head
To pray for her beloved and most adored son,
There are good times and bad ahead
He needs all his family and friends, each and every one!

The Three Kings followed the Star to Bethlehem city,
And found their promised Saviour God,
We follow the Robstar and assemble in our cyber sorority
To celebrate and love our precious precocious Rob!
(12/12/09, in keeping with the Christmas theme!)

Looking through the eyes of Rob…

He makes eyes at me through the camera lens:
I wonder if he knows, though it makes no sense,
About the effect of his indescribable gaze
Across the distance and dividing space?

Looking at those blue-green or aqua orbs
Looking back in the way that is distinctively Rob’s,
Feeling his eyes pierce right through to my soul,
He renders me to smithereens, he renders me whole…

Whether he knows it or whether not
Does not change the experience or truth one jot:
He is omnipresent and omniwonderful,
He is ubersexy and uberbeautiful!

So unquestionably and irrevocably true,
Rob owns me and I pay my due;
In dutiful piety and sinful idolatory,
I indulge in constant Rob-pervery!

Those eyes be windows into his inner psyche,
They beguile and entice and imprison me;
To wonder in amazement and wonder in vain
If he knows he causes joy as well as pain…

What man is this who wields such dreadful power?
Steel spine residing within pale cornflower?
If his eyes be the causes of how I think and feel,
Then he is a wizard and his magic’s for real!

So, I cannot drag myself away from their beckoning,
I stay and I dwell and I continue my falling
Into the depthless, endless and forever abyss…
Into those dreamy and terrible eyes of his…

(written upon contemplating a particularly arresting photo featuring Rob’s eyes…)

SantaRob is coming...

(Instigated by RaoR Pattinhoors, inspired by the Clement Clarke Moore original poem, fist verse initiated by RobsessedMuch on 8th December 09, the rest completely my own bad...)

"Twas the Night Before XmASS, and all through RAoR
Not a creature was stirring, not even a h00r.
The hobos were hung by the chimney with lust,
In hope that HisHolyHottness would come with a thrust...”

Horny Pattinsluts were all twisting in our beds,
Jizzing with RobVisions in our fevered heads,
Frantically rumpumping with whomever lucky boyfriends
Who were reaping the profit of playing Robpretends...

When out in my garden came a tremendous commotion,
A roaring and a growling of humungous proportion!
Away i flew to the window with a prayer
Fervently willing to see Rob materialized there!

The clouds that were covering the sleepy moon
Could not hide my unbelievable boon
Of the vision of His sweet Sexpender Asscandy
Alighting from a gorgeous silver bullet Maserati!

Rob was smirking his a-dorkable smirk
He was walking with his palsied jerk
He was strutting across the pale moonlight
In his open shirt and his jeans too tight...

I knew at once his assymetrical pace!
I knew at once his incomparable face!
My throat was tight, my voice was hoarse...
My Robert Pattinson! I must be dead, of course...

“Now, my gorgeous hoor, my cougar pretty,
Now, my lovely lamb, my wayward pussy,
You have been bad, you have been naughty,
Guess who’s here to fuck you silly!”

I flung my window wide open in a flash
My angel was inside with a bang and crash!
He had tripped and fallen over
I rushed to rescue my RobArt lover!

I helped him up and he felt good
He was looking fine and he was showing wood
He pulled me right up to kiss my lips
He’s so tall, i was on all toe tips...

Off came the clothes in a random heap!
Off his body my hands can’t keep!
Off both my feet he began to sweep
Off my balance as he dug furious deep...

Into the tight and dark corridor of me
He plumbed me hard and repeatedly,
His breathing was sweetly hot and fast,
He plunged and probed till i came at last!

And then he turned me quickly over
And rogered me like a mad bugger
And over and over like in a dream
Till i was awashed in Pattinsoncream...

He squeezed both my breasts real hard
And pinched my nipples till they smart
And then he turned me round again
Bit and kissed me till i grew faint...

And when at last we were breathing normally,
He introduced himself quite formally:
“My sweet lady, my name is Robert Pattinson,
And i am delighted to meet you in person.
I have often visited the RAoR website;
And enjoyed the things you ladies post and write;
And so i thought it only proper and right
To come and thank each one on the eve of Christmas night!
And since i read that what you all want in common –
To be jumped by this humble and most British person,
Why, I used the magic and miracle of the Christmas spirit
To clone and multiply myself in the numbers to fit,
And like Krishna, the randy Hindu avatar of lore
i visit to resoundingly fuck each deserving Pattinhoor!”

His eyes – how they bedazzled and beguiled!
They pulled me in, they drove me wild!
His voice seductive and easily had me hypnotized -
I was thoroughly bewizarded and mesmerised...

I sighed and snuggled into his manly chest
And ran my fingers along the trail i love the best
Until i find and touch his glistening peen
That hardened again like steel in strength and sheen!

Away we went on our carnal and bumpy journey
I was screaming my joy like an Irish banshee,
Till again i die the death most beautiful and rare
My soul and body laid spent and bare...

He laughed and giggled with unbridled glee
And proceeded to recite Shakespearean prose and poetry...
I was so turned on by his fuckhawt vowels and accent
I began to make my predatory descent...

I mouthed his organ in greedy haste,
I loved his texture, his scent and taste;
I nibbled and licked shaft, glans and testicles
Until i drained him of all juice and sperm particles!

He pulled me up and crushed his mouth on mine
And tasted his own come like a heady wine,
And then he began to renew his sexual intercourse
with my honeypot - sans resistance from me of course...

and all through that timeless night of sweet satisfaction
i thank the gods for my precious Rob-fucking-Pattinson!
And again he went down to encounter my clitoris
And used his tongue to expand and blow my bliss

Until i come and come and come and come
And he is winding me round his pinky and thumb...
At last he put his face very close to mine
And gently kissed me like it was the last time...
I stifled a quick and breathless sob –
“Please don’t go! don’t leave me Rob….”

He spoke not another word more, slipped off the bed
And pulled his silk shirt back over his head;
He wriggled into his tight Sexpender jeans and Nikes
And laughing, tossed me his Fruit of the Loom manties!

He blew me a kiss and took a courtly bow
Mouthed “I love you!” and jerked an eyebrow,
And laying a long finger aside of his nose like so,
Gave me a nod and hurdled the window!

Naked and crying, I ran to intercept his leave
My mix of gratitude and pain beyond belief,
He smirked and shot a backward glance at me
And slooped back into his Maserati!

He waved his hand and squared his jaw
And smiled the smile I will forever adore…
The engine roared like a devil under silver hood
The driver looked devastatingly handsome good…
I heard him cry as he drove out of sight
“Happy Christmas to all Pattinhoors, and to all a fucking good night!”

Oh my loves, oh my sisters!
Oh my gorgeous pervy blisters!
If only things would turn out the way that I write...
And Rob visit us all on the eve of Christmas night…

What a joy to the world it would be!
Every Pattinangel in simultaneous orgasmic fuckery!
Mmm, such a thing to want to celebrate
Rob coming to ravish me and desecrate….

Okay, now I am off to my confession
Having thoroughly fucked up the sacred tradition
Of the revered poem about the night before Christmas –
May the gods forgive every perverted one of us!

Ciao bella!

An ode to the indulgent Pattinhoor men in our lives....

To all the indulgent Pattinhoor men in our lives,
For whom we are crazy-ass girlfriends, lovers and wives:
I salute you all on this considered day!
Come and listen closely to what i have to say...

Thank and bless all you patient, most empathic fellas!!
For putting up with these Robward-hooked bellas,
Finally giving up using logic to fully understand
Your women’s compulsive obsession for this Man;
For keenly making the much better decision
To indulge the state instead of derision,
And to reap the enormous fallout and benefit
Of having your women all turned-on and fully fuck-fit!

Robert Thomas Pattinson, by some quirk of fate,
Is the most compelling woman-magnet to date,
He reels us females in most irrevocably
And captures our imaginations as irretrievably!
Though we still all long and wish and sigh and yearn,
Most of us have had the occasion to soberly learn
That our adulation, though much and often appreciated,
Is never ever going to be personally reciprocated...

And so we spend inestimable hours and energy
Channeling our creative skills and digital witchery
Into displacing individual and collective talents
For ways to safely celebrate His life and presence;
Videos, poems, wallpaper, fan-fiction and porn;
Photos, screen savers etc for Real Life to adorn;
All attesting to the collective daily diet and menu
Of Rob-inspired outputs to see us through...

Real Life can suck real bad, as you probably know,
And knock your lady out and bruise her so,
So be glad she has ready access to effective interventions
In the Rob-frenzied supplies of Pattinhoor creations!
When she communes with her fellow PattinAngels and RobSaints...
And though she drools and pants and jizzes and faints –
Know that, at the end of her Robporn foraging,
She’ll be well-moisted and ready for carnal engaging!

Do not worry whom she may fantasizing about
While you are rumpumping and thrashing in and out,
You, my man, are the worthy and deserving recipient
Of your lusty hoor, full ripe and wild and hotly succulent!
You might even want to thank that innocent bystander Rob
For facilitating your woman’s throaty moans and g-spot throb!
For women, the fuck’s full magic is formed in her mind
Yet her physical desire for you is real, both faculties intertwined;
So just think of Robert as a sexual aide a la Viagra
Use him, my friend, with confident gusto and bravura!
Far from being your maligned rival for her affection
Rob enhances your sexual consummation to uber-perfection!

Your Pattinslut is that incorrigible and insatiable minx,
But Rob is never your relationship’s kinky jinx,
Give in to her pleasure and unrestricted joy
With you as the instrument for embodying that Boy;
Who knows, perchance, on some enchanted bed or floor,
She may come again and demand for more,
And you will rise like the cat’s coveted cream
To the top, slake her lust and deliver the dream!

This is a game of grand design -
You fucking her body and Rob her mind;
She needs your physical self to complete the rapture,
You are the frame and Rob is the picture!
And when you both come and reach your climaxes
You’ll do well to pay Rob his due taxes –
He is your enabler, without a doubt!
And without him, you may suffer sexual drought!

So, be grateful and leave her to Rob-fancy,
Rob-perv, Rob-surf and do Rob-pornography,
Give up your insistence to dominate her mind with grace,
Rob may be one reason but the smile remains on YOUR face!!!
So, love and treasure your randy and bawdy Pattintarts,
Embrace your wanton and raunchy Rob-sweethearts,
Buy her Rob-gifts and Rob-merchandise...
Your reward is Rob-inspired heaven fucking paradise!

Sudoku Heaven Rob

Like a game of celestial Sudoku,
No matter what or how i do,
This is set and this is true:
I have my square and so have you...
I sit here and look at where you are:
A beckoning sparkling twinkling star!
I love and yearn and pine from far
But never the distance between us mar;
But just to sit on the one same matrix
Whereupon your face my eyes can fix,
I get enough of the thrills and kicks,
I take it all into the mix...
Ah, guileless lover, unknowing innocent!
Amazing you, Master Robert Pattinson!
Bathe me in your luminous radiance;
Drown me to Shangri-la, to Sudoku heaven!

(composed on 26/10/09 while reading some crappy article about Rob and after doing Sudoku for a few hours...lol)

Hark the Pattinangels sing!

Hark the Pattinangels sing,
Glorifying their Rob-stud-king!
Lust and jizz and fucking wild
for that smexy British man-boy-child;

Wishing with all their hungry might
that Rob will visit on Christmas night,
to lick their pussies, breasts and thighs
till they die with happy sighs!
Longing for his peen to rise
and ram them till they roll their eyes;
so with their orgasmic groans proclaim
everlasting fidelity to his name!

Amid the quiet of the sacred dark,
Mustang-Rob will find his mark
to plug and plunge resoundingly
every willing orifice unerringly!
and like a Krishna god-incarnate
he has the power to self-replicate,
so every lucky Rob-angel or Pattin-hoor
be thoroughly serviced and fucked at RAoR…
what a wonderful Christmas treat!
RAoR sisters feeding on Robjuice and meat!
an untiring Rob for every one of us,
all will be satisfied and all be first!

Thank you JAG, for this early pressie,
decking my box with tons of Robbie!
i love my Rob-dick in a box too -
A lecherous Christmas from me to all of you!!

Fab post, as always, JAG;
keep flying your Robpimp flag!
love all my Robsisters in pornocrime
will come and lick you another time!

(written on 4/12/09 in response to fabulous Christmas-themed posting by the clever Just A Girl at Random Acts of Rob!!)

Why I watch New Moon repeatedly...

hi JAG,
good post, as usual, and love the new banners!
now i know that skiting is not good manners
but cannot help myself but tell you truly
that the number of times i’ve seen NM is TWENTY!!
the reasons why are just so many and legion
not the least of all because it stars our Rob Pattinson!
and the first shot of his sparkling form
makes me jizz up an internal storm,
and of course that strut across in slo mo
makes my heart skip and drumming so,
the recitation of prose by that old English bard
makes me want to fuck him hard,
and have him read and whisper in my ear
bits of Shelley, Byron and Shakespeare;
and the break up scene is mortally blue,
Bella’s depression full of grief and rue;
his ghostly appearances bring sweet relief,
his watery beauty gorgeous beyond belief!
and when he steps out into the sun -
so dazzling coruscating gold fine spun -
the sexy man trail just above his pants
makes my clitoris and nipples tense!
always hoping his gear might give way
but...never mind, his kisses for Bella saves the day!
the fight scene with Felix was quite cool,
his exposed body is fit for me to drool;
and when he sits there on her bed,
i imagine him on mine and I.AM.DEAD!
the soft and sensous kisses later
makes me a Kristen-cum-Bella hater;
and the lovely pose by the wall
when the voting was put to all...
he is all kinds of handsome and beautiful
although he looks sad and gloomy mournful;
and the sensitive vampire so graciously noble,
facing the young wolf all toil and trouble,
thanking Jake for saving his Bella,
and then reminding us he is still a powerful fella!
he is willing and able to rip into the Black,
lovely hand raise for the ultimate attack;
and, of course, that final scene and line
is all kinds of tension, all kinds of fine!
he only has one condition for her
if he is to change Bella forever;
Marry himl, Bella, you stupid cow!
why stop and have second thoughts now?
that part of the book never made sense to me,
i would never hesitate if Edward asked me!
ah, but the most fundamental reason of all
is to sit in the dark and safely fall
into the eternity of his wide screen eyes
as they watch her while he spun his lies;
or the enormous exaggeration of his face,
so hugely attractive and large with grace;
every time he steals the scene
keeps me sated and so serene...
to be in the dark with my enormous Rob
gives me the sighs and clitoral throb,
so on to screening number TWENTY ONE
when tomorrow comes with the rising sun!
yes, it does cost some some of money,
but what a way to descend to penury!
and when he stars in Remember Me
he will never be rid of me!
computer and magazine Rob is fine,
But big screen Rob rules every time!!
this is how this Robangel rocks and rolls
when RL screws around and takes the tolls;
post surgery now and taking heaps of medication,
but no excuse not to feed my Robaddiction!
ah, no sexy Robdreams for uninmaginative me
Just Rob movie, daydream and waking fantasy!
and always, when RL gets me down
i know how to turn it all around -
i come down here to surf on RAoR
let me sign, i am a commited Pattinhoor!!

(typed and posted on 5/12/09 in response to JAG's posting on Random Acts of Rob blog in response to the question of how many times we have seen New Moon and why...)

No Robsexy-dreams for me...

Hi my beautiful sisters in Roblust and crime!

no steamy Robdreams for me either
so maybe that will make some of you feel better;
i guess i already spend so much time and energy
re-watching his movies and writing Robpoetry
to expand any more juice and mental effort
to create sex-dreams to shatter my sleepy comfort...

i guess my own attitude about sexual intimacy
is a lot more conservative and old-worldly,
i do not put much store in the zip-less fuck
or the quick snatch and rumble or swift rip and tuck;
sex is a deeply psychological and spiritual thing
that cannot be fulfilled with a carefree fling
i would need to be with someone who knows me well
who takes the time to linger, wait, stop and dwell:

i would get lost in his beguiling eyes
and found in his soothing lullabies;
he would hold me close within his arms
and weaves me a story that soothes and calms;
he takes his time to touch and smile and kiss
to tickle and massage and play and tease;
he laughs deep and suggests new ways to play
he patiently waits till the mounting tension gives way...
he is infinitely patient and unexpectedly kind
he fucks my body, my soul and my mind;
such a man takes much time to know
and life spent together with shared history in tow;

so, to be boringly mundane and extra-ordinary
the only one i have sex dreams about is my darling hubby
for he is the one who knows me best
and i feel loved by him above all the rest;
and he is gorgeous and sexy to boot
he is my own Edward, the point is not moot;
for although i am totes Rob-addicted during the day
and the pleasant past-time helps keep stress at bay,
at night, in the intimacy of my dreams and bed
it is ever my own JC who is in my body and my head!

And i am too much of the old-school type
To get too lost in all the cyber-hype,
I know our beautiful Rob occupies many sexy fantasies
Of red-blooded women – kids and teens and mature ladies –
But for me, he remains a subject of erotic imagining
In my waking hours and creative jizz writing;
In the privacy of my nightly dreams, when my mind is at rest
Rob is free from my persistent and ardent Rob-citizen arrest;
I release the handsome and virile buck
To indulge and overcome, seduce and fuck
Whomever is lucky enough to be the lucky hostess
Of this young god, the ravishing lover with the mostest!

I wish for all my Pattin-angels and Rob-dreamers,
That His Holy Hotness might cool your sexy fevers,
And visit your boudoir in the dark heat of the night
To fill you in and up with carnal bliss and delight!

(composed on 2/12/09 @ 10.51 pm and posted on RAoR when JAG asked us to share about whether we have sexy dreams about Rob)

Robert's appeal

yesterday, when i was younger
i thought i could live life like an oyster
dealing with all and sundry irritants
by turning them into pearls with natural resilience

but now that i am that much much older
and more an irate crab than striving oyster
i know that there are some irreducible facts
that cannot be changed by heroic acts:

Robert's appeal remains immutable
His magnetism just as refutable
The scope of his diverse skills and talents
are breathtaking in their range and patents

no way to explain the arrested development
of women stuck at starry-eyed adolescent
never to budge beyond the sighing stage
so inappropriate to the chronological age!

better to accept with graceful resignation
the longevity of my new designation -
a Robloving Pattinserving handmaiden am i
my mission to moon and swoon and die

until the day when the sight of him
does not elicit wanton desire and lusty whim...
that day when Hell freezes and Heaven burns
the day when every single woman learns:

He is just a man of flesh, bone and blood
evolved from a mass of glorified mud
like all the others living on the sphere
He is mere human, there is no miracle here!

Ah, but until that thirtieth of Never
I continue to burn with unquenchable fever...
No matter how many times i see that visage
My brain computes the same neuro-message:
I must give in to this inevitable surrender
He rules me, and he will own me for ever!

(posted on 30/11/09 in a contemplative and dramatic mood, was having issues in Real Life and, i guess, was defaulting to my nice safe place of fantasy...)

Which New Moon Rob-scene is sexiest?

oh my Robdarlings and Pattinangels!

yes, strutting Rob is my hugest delight
me likey perving him in the cinema's night
to bathe in his luminous and glorious radiance
that washes over the appreciative audience
me loves being in the luxuriously dark auditorium
marinating in Robloving and Roblusting delirium
this most wonderful way of speeding recovery
self-medication on huge doses of Robpervery

Rob owns my heart, soul and ass on the screen
although i have been to viewing number fourteen!!
the theatre staff knows me by face and by name
ah, the iniquitous annoyance of unsought fame!
they laugh and tease and find it funny
that i can be so crazy and yet so ordinary
do i care that they might gossip and judge?
not a mote, a jot, an iota or smudge!

i am living my life less mundane and charted
and i feel most healthy and happy- hearted
so in a couple of hours time
it will be screening number 10 and 5
and although this indulgence costs a bit of money
there is no blisser way to get into penury
i may be crazy or insane or mad
but i am joyous and filled up and glad

Robert Pattinson is saving my life
reducing the impacts of stress and strife
if this habit is wrong or unworthy or untrue
then i stay sick and leave the rights to you

but i know my Robsisters understand my story
and similarly bask in Robloving glory
so adieu to you and you and you
there's another New Moon screening for me to do!

Number Fifteen, here i come ahoy
to celebrate that coruscating and dazzling boy
Robber, stealer and smooth criminal altogether
taking the scenes off Stewart and Taylor Lautner
when Rob is Edward in any of his manifestations
he owns and rules me, no exceptions!

and though the wolves and Victoria and Volturi
and others add value to the whole story
and the music is wicked and mood enabling
Rob is New Moon's main attraction and king

ah, but i am sick and unwell
i am deluded, who can tell?
all i am offering is my own personal narrative
of how wonderful i feel going all Robnative
and how reassuringly predictable and warm it is
to come here to find Roblovers and Robaddicts
all united in our grand colluding obsession
for Robert fuckhawt fuckgorgeous Pattinson

ah, my sisters, how i love you all always
let me not have to count the hilarious ways
you all make me laugh and grin and smile
your postings fill me and they beguile
your appreciation and admiration for our guy
know no bounds and shoot the sky

Rob is lucky we love him so,
we are lucky if he knows or no...

okay, off to take more meds for to heal
then to New Moon # 15 to perv and quietly squeal
to watch him strut across the carpark once more
again to sigh and sob and adore...

(written on 29/11/09 in response to a challenge to name the sexiest New Moon Rob-scene)

Post-surgery rave...

Hi my darling Robloving sisters and Pattinangels,

Such a comfort to one recuperating from surgery
to come here for all the Roblusting pervery,
the "Remember Me" trailer is such a heater!
my goodness, can Rob get any prettier?
love that we can see his own face and eyes,
love that he gets to blow his vampire disguise...
he is so sexy and manly and attractive,
unremittingly desirable and addictive!
cannot wait until February comes around
so we can see our Rob as man unbound!

in the meantime, i have been enjoying our darling
dancing with wolves and ghostly sparkling
i have now seen the movie 6 times and counting
Rob's effect is potent and non-discounting,
yes, New Moon is different from Twilight
but Rob is Rob and all is all right!
Man, i love that gorgeous dude
fully-clothed, half-dressed and nude...

one of the thoughts i had in my hospital bed
is how much i will miss him if i were dead...
no more to feel that quick panic inside
realising the truth that is difficult to confide
that for all of my wisdom and my years
the mere sight of him reduces me to tears
it is getting close to a year come this December
when i first chanced upon this beautiful stranger
who captured my heart and my very soul
he completes me and makes me whole
i am happy when he is happy
no matter who the lucky lady
he lifts my mood when i see him smile and grin
he fills me with his sunshine outside and in
God bless his gorgeous tousled head
God keep him virile and strong in bed
God take away reasons for him to weep
God watch him while awake or asleep

i love our Robert Thomas Pattinson
i am happy to share this confession,
marinating in this cyberspace of Roblusting sauce
with my Pattinangels for a common cause
to promote our boy, as if he needed that at all,
as the multicrazy-talented Mr. Can-do-it-all!
the one who pales every other candidate -
Our Rob, avatar and genius consummate!

okay, have to go take my meds
you girls have sexy dreams in your beds!
thanks for all the lovely postings you share
love each one of you, take care!

(written on 22/11/09 after surgery and New Moon, and still Robsessed as ever!!)

Rainbow Rob

See the way the rainbow arches
Away then up and then back to earth?
See the birds chirping in the branches
Insouciant bliss and natural mirth?

Some things will ever be the same
How matter how we try to unlearn;
One mention of His monosyllabic name
And i start to smoulder and burn!

Slowly and steady the tides will surge
And bash and slash the sandy shore;
So this long lusty straining urge
Will leap from me to Rob for more...

More wanting his presence here by me
More desiring to slake my thirst for real
More needing his healing vocal remedy
More evidencing his roaring sex appeal!

See the rainbow’s colourful show
With passing rain and conspiring sun?
So does my Rob in his prismatic glow!
Wherever he is, He is my One!

(composed on 26/10/09, still wondering when the mad appreciation will fade...)

Just one look...

Just one look
One backward glance
I throw the book
I take my chance
I watch his eyes
His perfect nose
His languid thighs
His provoking pose
I imagine the way
He might smell or feel
What would he or i say
When we meet for real?

He stays for my pleasure
Perfectly patiently still
He captures me from his picture
Takes my senses, my thoughts, my will...
This is a pathetic pass
Such a gross disgrace
He owns me hard and owns me fast
He can name the time and place!

How did i ever come to this?
When did this thing happen?
Did his remote long distance praxis
Rivet this lost damned woman?

Just one look
That is how it is
With just one look
It just is how it is
No warnings heard or needed
Do not try to reason or fob
My fate is sealed and deeded
To Mr. Pattinson Junior, Mr. Rob!

(Created on 26/10/09 contemplating how long the madness will last...)

Somewhere in a parallel universe...

Somewhere in a parallel universe
Where justice matches life:
He is my only, my last and first
I am his best friend, lover, wife!

I wake each morning with boastful pride
To gaze again on my beloved’s face,
He stays unmoved close by my side,
And nothing would ever shift my place;
I softly caress his silken hair,
Run my finger along his jaw,
He opens his eyes, so blue grey fair,
And smiles the smile i adore;

He pulls me into his tight embrace,
Where I fold myself in fitting snug,
He kisses me with never haste,
As i glow in his manly hug;
I hear his heart throb and beat
As blood courses through his arteries,
I feel his urgent rising heat
As hormones flood their boundaries;

My hands reach slow and greedily
For his enthusing lifting member,
His breathing picks up speedily
As he rolls himself up over;
His beautiful head descends on me
As he hungrily finds my mouth,
His probing finds willing entry
And begins its earnest conquest south!

We move and grind with increased pace,
Our bodies do bruising battle,
Nothing we spend will go to waste
We consume all, we always settle!
And when every drop of his love is exported
Into my super possessive black whole;
We both lie still, white and transported –
Two ones – one heart, one body, one soul...

So we lay silent but for our breathing,
I sniff his masculine earthy scent,
I surrender to my lusty seething
And deftly shape my sure descent;
He murmurs like a cooing baby
As i glide down his happy trail,
I find his wet and well spent lolly –
Pop into my hot oral assail...

He grabs my hair and ungently urges
As i tease the tip of his slugger,
In predictable style, his soldier emerges
With renewed fat and spunk and swagger!
And my man takes charge and swings on down
With lips and mouth and teeth and tongue,
We are head to tail, sixty nine round –
Nibble and suck till no niche or nook is undone!

Ah, how time stops when we are not counting...
Oh, how time flies when we are lost and away...
Till our bodies give in to the ultimate mounting -
And we swallow and spill and slip and spray...

So we lie there together and apart,
Sated in each other’s joyful replete,
We gather our thoughts from whence we start,
We feel altogether found and complete...
We fumble our groggy ways once more
To find lips to blend with and to kiss,
Our bodies cling tight, core to core,
We delight in our fulfilled bliss!

I look at him and he at me,
Our foreheads touch in primitive awe;
I love him so and he loves me,
And we will so do forever more!

And in that parallel perfect universe
Where all my hopes and dreams come true,
He is my only, my last and first;
It works for me, it might for you....

(composed on 26/10/09 in an absolutely mad imaginative mood!! my darling husband, this is for you! i am loving my own parallel universe with my JC)

Still on Rob...

I am in cooling autumn of my life
He is in the fresh and bursting new of spring
I am someone’s grandmother, mother and wife
He is free and single, a keen independent fledegling

I have trusted, been betrayed, lost and found
He has only begun find himself in love, fame and ambition
I have been stretched out, taken in, tossed up and aground
He is being built up, set up and feted with global fascination

Different stories across different times
Different needs seeking different fulfillments
Different dreams, reasons and rhymes
Different realities, circumstances and environments

But surely deep in our separate hearts
There beats a common if bloody rhythm
Though on life’s stage we play divergent parts
We converge on the same colossal anthem:
To live every moment, to love and to be
To treasure the past, remember and learn
To look to the future, create a destiny
To give and take; to cry and laugh in turn...

Our lives will mean whatever we will
If i end up happy, and if also he
Then we both be in some unison still...

Thus i stay here and i watch him there
Thus I celebrate my life and rejoice in his
Thus i continue to cherish and care
Though i ache and ache and miss

Just knowing he will be ever courageous
Taking what will come “on the chin”
In heartache or fortune most outrageous
His fortitude will give me comfort within

For i know what is real and will stay true
Though my heart catches itself in a sob
The exquisite and inerrant miracle of you
I will eternally love, my one true Rob!

(written on 26/10/09, in a dramatic mood!! lol)

JAG and her fabulous Saturday posts...

Hi JAG and my Pattinangels galore!
Saturday Jizzvideos are what i adore!!

Cannot begin to count the many days
to pass before i can freely gaze
at his lovely symmetry up on the screen
pandering to my pervilicious lusty fiend
who is rattling at the reality cage
wanting release – nymphomaniacal savage!

i confess it is hard to finally realize
i cannot gaze at his photos when his eyes
seem to look straight out at me
and know every secret desire intimately
makes me feel so hopelessly caught –
the guilt and shame with which i’m fraught:
the inappropriate yearning
the unavoidable learning
that this wonderful miracle of a man
will always be out of the reach of my hand…

so, i find some cold hard comfort
when i make the supreme effort
to only look when his gaze is elsewhere
so i do not burn under his eyes that stare…
so intent the look that innocently glances
at one who is out of second chances…

he will love some young, lovely and lucky thing
who will make him happy and make him sing
and maybe they will have a fabulous wedding
that will leave my mature heart shedding
tears of sadness, and grief and loss
tears for living without life force
but then tears that well for his happy fate
though he was born some years too late
for me for me for my own life
tears of joy for his young wife
tears that flow from a heart that is full
of bonded loving, this old fool...

but tears that will wash all rue or regret
this addicted love is one i will not forget
not for a single moment will i think
that my adulation was a wasted thing

for loving this too young person -
this Robert Thomas Pattinson -
is a glorious and expansive choice
that has given my silent heart new voice
a heart that aches in populous company
is a heart that will heal in sisterly empathy -

those who will love must needs feel pain
those who will live must needs breathe again…

so i watch him with bated breath
even if i will my own soft death
to see again that beckoning face
that muscled body eased with grace
hear the voice that holds my ear
and remind me of my yesteryear
where, if he were born many years ago,
he might be delighted to know
that i love him with every vein and fibre
that i love him through flood and fire
that i will fling myself against the elements
for a few fleeting conjugating moments…

ah, but here we are today
he is too many many years and lives away
that he will continue to breathe, love and live -
for that, my final fantasy i will gladly give…
today, i resign myself to my fate
he has come to my life too late
so with all my Pattinsisters on common ground
i am just so grateful Rob is so around!!

(composd on 24/10/09 in empathy with my other Pattin-sisters echoing some common themes in our posts, and still anticipating the New Moon movie!)
at 4:14 am

New Moon rising...

That boy is absolutely beautiful and gorgeous
and my joy in him cannot get more enormous
looking forward to the New Moon rising
and show shirtless Rob pale and dazzling!

cannot wait to have my heart sorely broken
when Robward forsakes his beloved human
cannot wait to see the vampire’s forlorn "ghost"
haunt his Bella when she needs him most!

cannot wait for the climatic reunion scenes
when vampire and human’s love reconvenes…
oh, the longing and devouring golden eyes
no cold words or goodbyes can disguise!

they seek and find the woman they miss
he holds her, he seals his vow with a kiss!
aah, the indescribable joy and rapture!
aah, to be the prey in his cold crisp capture!

yeah, those negative and heartless critics
must have their fun and toxic fix
by scathing and dismissing our Beloved’s craft
- they merely prove they’re sour and daft!

who cares about what they say?
our Rob will rise and reclaim the day!
but, heck! one thing that i am sure
folks will flock to NM more and more!

we cannot get enough of that golden star
Our wonderful Rob, King and Avatar!
Roblovers and fangirls united in adoration
will ovewhelm the doubting population!

let us stay our pervy ground and true
be proud, be loud and shout “Rob you!”

(composed 23/10/09 in the heated frenzy of expecting the New Moon movie, and responding to some scathing previews and criticisms about Rob and fans like Pattinson-addicted us...)

Well wishes for JAG

JAG, ah, what sweet relief for all of us
to see you back, Roblover blogqueen maximus;
hope your RL is getting back on normal track
and you’re ready to bring Roblusting sexy back;
although we mostly share Robfantasies here
we do care about what happens in RL, my dear;
for all that you offer us Pattinangels on your site
we wish you all the best with our collective might;
may your gods fold you in their embrace,
and flood your circumstances with their grace,
and may all of your irks or griefs or worries
translate into positive and rejuvenating stories
till you rise once more like a phonenix fledgling
and join us again in joyous Robperving!
<3 you, ciao bella!

(posted on 22/10/09 to wish JAG well)

The structure of Rob-addiction...

How to ever try to explain to anyone not similarly afflicted,
not similarly injected and not incurably addicted?
the hoot! the toot! the incredible lark
of this young man who leaves his indelible mark
on grown women who should know very a whole better
than to moon and mope and turn their brains to scatter;

Filling their minds with that unfathomable yearning
With the fact that they are irreversibly learning:
that HE alone gives them that inexplicable and guilty joy…
that sweet? that lovely? that young and indescribable boy!

Such a mysterious and unsurpassable enigma
exhibiting unique and unrepeatable phenomena:
like inciting simultaneous and global love and adulation,
like bewitching most of the world’s female population;
like his alone and perfect asymmetry,
like his living and transforming poetry;
like the seductive and plaintive voice of his,
when he serenades you to unspeakable bliss;
or when his broken chords cut and break
singing of angst and regret or love proved fake…
Oh my beautiful angel of the flickering screen,
commanding my heart in each individual scene;
my eyes follow with their committed trajectory
their target of affection and impious idolatory;
How I love you! how mad! how bad! how deep!
Now this secret I can no longer able to keep:

I love you down to my very bone marrow;
I love you today like yesterday and tomorrow;
I love every little bit of your life’s minutiae;
I will love you each and every of my living day;
I will love you through my ordinary inanity;
I will love you with my distracted insanity;
I will love you for no other reason
than that you are Robert Thomas Pattinson!

You are the cause of this helpless obsession
even that you are past all possible reach or possession!
That you live and breathe and are in this world
is more than enough for this eternal girl;
for though many years have passed me by,
I am still myself; I am still how I was; I am I!
I’m an innocent girl waiting for the perfect lover;
a persistent and faithful woman who can be patient forever;

For now you are here sharing this earthly space,
and although I may never encounter you face to face –
You cannot help the way that I feel for you inside;
You cannot stop this overflowing emotive tide;

For I will love you as I please
even you cannot prevent any of this!
So you just have to suck it in young man,
no wise reason or advice will stay my hand:
typing love words and verses that you’ll never read,
whispering love oaths and promises that you’ll never heed,
for I care not that you will not share this knowledge;
I care not I will never be free of this bondage…

Love and Desire are those terrible twins of destruction,
birthed by my own willing and idealised instruction:
in my imagination so wild and succulent -
you come to me all glorious and all opulent!

You love me and you tell me so;
you hold me and you need me so;
you want to stay here and be my own;
you meld to me, as blood to flesh and flesh to bone;
you take my hand and guide me to the paradise
of your body, your voice, your lips, your eyes…
we look and we gaze and we linger together
we swear and we pledge and we promise forever;
we say that we shall always be as one
and our love will be as present as the rising sun;
and that when the time will come at last
that we must leave this corporeal cast:
that we will go together where the sun will set -
with no rue nor misgiving nor a single regret!

Ah, sweet and perfect imaginations…
Ah, dreams and wishful fabrications…
and even now, as I behold your coruscating visage
so like an illusive and hallucinated mirage;
Ever as desirable and particularly alluring:
I surrender to this condition that is past all curing…
World, just let me love and hanker and ache…just let me be:
I am you. I am me. We belong irrevocably to Robert P.

(composed on 8/8/09 to try to explain the Rob-addiction of so many of the women corresponding in cyberspace. also, i was still working things out with my own hubby and really needed the distraction to have a break from Real Life)

Thank you JAG...

thank you JAG, you’ve made my day
now everything will go my way
with my lovely fix of Mr. Robert Pat…
the rest of today will be real phat!
trust all is well while i was absent
and we had no visits from Mr. Patttinson…
wouldn’t want to miss all the fun
you girls might have had with that cool sonofagun!
again, thanks for the lovely post
you are truly an imaginative host!
ciao bella,!!Hello Leisha!!

(posted 8/8/09 on RAoR to thank JAG for another fabulous post and to shout out to the lovely Aussie missy, Leisha!

Invitation to Robert

Dear Robert,
Come on back over to our place,
We love to hear your voice and see your face,
i’ve missed the times you have come in the past
and would love to see your own posts at last!

Come on over to our cyber-sanctuary,
we post all kinds of Rob-commentaty;
always with huge heart and mighty humour,
always with love and unremitting fervour!

Come on over to our wee corner
and do us the ultimate honour
of hosting our most favourite Boy from Britain,
our quirky and coruscating thespian!

Come on over to this hallowed place
and gild it with your wit and grace,
make all of us proud and happy,
Do come closer, our dreamy chappy!

Come on over and make our dreams come true,
Let our next post see something from YOU!!
Drop us a note or some little line
Give us, give us, something Rob-divine!

Ah, Rob, our international treasure!
Our lovely embodiment of viewing pleasure!
We promise you sweet experiences you can taste
if you will just come over to our place!

So, come on over and do make speed,
do not be think us full of lust or greed!
because even though we are all that too,
What’s most important is: We’d love to see YOU!!

Just come over, do do do;
There is be no RAoR without YOU!!

(composed on 3/9/09 in response to discussions about whether or not Rob actually visited and posted on the RAoR site. it was my attempt to invite him to visit again!)

Pianoman Robert Pattinson

He sits himself gently down,
Hunching over on the stool;
Then softly comes the persuaded sound
steadily he coaxes from the quiet pool…

Lithely lightly lilting up from the piano keys
Little musical notes dancing and twirling with joy
His return has made the grand silence cease
- Our gorgeous maestro our golden boy!

How he makes the little blacks and whites
Quiver and tremble beneath his practised fingers,
Evoking raucous and lush delights’
Memory’s invited and Memory lingers…

Days of spring when his love was new,
or summer when it was hot,
or autumn when it was decked with dew,
or winter when it was not…

Days when we thought it was all over
and our hearts broke thus and thus;
when we thought we’d see him never
and thought we’d die, as die we must…

If he never came again to play,
If other new loves took his mind,
If he never found the time to stay,
If he never sought to look and find
that we’ve all been waiting here
with our hearts yearning and aching
Each one with keen and bended ear
to hear and listen for his soulful playing…

Musical balm to soothe the burning brain,
Lyrical ointment to stop the bleeding,
Melodious spell to cast for rain
- we were deserts since his leaving…

Oh beloved musician and troubadour young,
so insouciant in your tireless wandering;
Let out your songs that were never sung!
Set them free and set them soaring!

Up lithely lightly lilting above the trees
Liberated love letter notes taking flight!
Your return has made the silence cease
- our genius magician; our rescuing knight!!

He runs his fingers to and fro,
He smiles up from his seat,
He knows we all still love him so -
He knows he rules! Our own Roblord!

(3/8/09, written after collective complaints about the Rob-drought and lack of new pictures or news about our boy, and saluting his mad piano skills!)

Rob-perversions

You girls are too outrageously perverted!
Every working orifice Robprobed and Robinserted!
Wonder you keep the pretence of knickers at all -
the way you destroy and ruin them all!

…and the computations about his peen…
Hey, our Rob is a real human being!
Not a piece of manmeat for us to work and tease
and use, abuse and generally do as we please!

Have some respect and common decency
Grant that boy some little privacy
while he’s in bed rumjumpumping with glee
doing unspeakable things to happy little me!

Get your filthy minds off the gutter drains,
do something better with your brains
like um…you know…other important stuff
ah…work …house chores…ah…pillows to fluff?

Oh, f*ck, heck, i understand very well
you just want to do him too, i can tell…

Remember though to be most discreet
when you sit down with Rob to drink or eat;
“Please” when you want more hard rumping,
“Thanks” when you are jizzing from the humping;

And when he wants a postcoital ciggy
light one and pop it in your fanny;
watch him suck it and blow off steam
and hold until you start to cream…

Don’t be greedy and ask for more, hear?
leave some for your sisters, there’s a dear!
“Come again, dear Mr. Pattinson, you lovely c*ck,
thanks for the memories, you sure do rock!
and if you ever want to poke around again
i promise to suck and f*ck you insane!

oh, you are such a lovely fellow, sir,
you make me come and shiver and purr;
there’s always room here to take you in…
no matter what size your dangly peen…”

Mm, to linger with tongue and mouth and lips
all around all length all glans and tips,
right in and up and down the orbs…
everything is yummy if it’s Rob’s!

ahem! right, you lecherous lot
that was naughty, spank your bot
one hundred push ups on the dildos
you incorrigible Robert nymphos!!

what will your husbands and boyfriends say
if they knew what you have been up to all today?
if you feel rightfully guilty
go do your conjugal duty:
f*ck whom you’re with and with real passion
though Robert be your dreamy stallion;
Enjoy those men however you will,
know that at least they are for real!

and Robert with his expandable member
is the ideal of your brains’ fever
but what a fire and clitoral burn!
our Robert Thomas, Mr. Pattinson!

(composed with guiltless glee on 5/8/09 to celebrate the perversity on the RAoR site!! JAG, your site rocks!! Love all my disgusting Rob-perving sisters!!)