Merry Christmas to Robert!

Dear Robert,
Wherever on earth you may be tonight
Have a wonderful and loving Christmas night
May you realise all the desires of your heart
May you and your loved ones never be apart
May angels cast their watch over your head
May you always feel peace and passion in your bed
From one of millions who love you so
Merry Christmas and be God's golden glow!
(Posted 11.56 pm New Zealand time on 24th December 2010)

Christmas goodies only for goodies...

Christmas comes but once a year
To bring every one seasonal cheer
And if we have all been nice and good
Dear Santa gets into a giving mood;
The old saint brings all manner of fine booty
To those who have been the least naughty
But he will not be making any deliveries
To any Rob-addicted h00rs and slutties!
They have been totally bad and mischievous
Commiting self-abuses most lascivious
Hell bent on their dangerous consumption
Of all aspects pertaining to Robert Pattinson!
They will not leave the young man alone -
And every last afflicted kitten, cougar and crone
Indulging every waking and dreaming moment
With lustful fantasies most lush and fervent!
For the man who would be their ideal lover,
Inserting and insinuating himself forever
Into each figment of their blown imagination
Sealing the fates of their eternal damnation...
To burn eternally in the perpectual fire
Of unremitting longing and desire
For the one so universally loved and adored
Rendering all besotted and enamoured:
Too happy to remain in his alluring prison
Too willing to surrender all logic and reason!
Such souls as us are not considered eligible
To benefit from the seasonal Christmas parable;
But to pay for every demented trangression
In perpectual hunger and thirst for Robert Pattinson...
For those whose passions will never be sated -
We will spend Christmas Rob-nogged and Pattin-sedated!
Do not waste your pity or sighs on us
Robert makes our every single day as Christmas!!
So, glad tidings of comfort and joy for the rest of you
Rob is whom we’ll want and Rob is whom we’ll do!

Rob's B-side

ah, JAG, what a wake up call
to a Rob-ass-candy-butt windfall
enjoyed the B-side of his moons
thinking about forking with his spoons
all kinds of perversions with his cutlery
all mannner of durtay cougar adultery
good to be back on this lowdown place
with his rear end staring in my face
and all my sistahs in pervilicious crime
cheering on the sidelines and keeping time
wrecking their wrists and sweet clitty tips
fantasising about His horn and hot tulips
oh, and to be infected with His sperm tsunami
ah, and to be maternal host to His baby…
sweet dreams and visions are of these…
Rob Pattinson’s As and Bs….

(post on RAoR in response to JAG's homage to Rob's B-side!)

Robert's buffed bod

been away a month and a half or so
and everything seems so long ago...
Robert's new buffed bod is a thing of beauty
another target of obsessive lust and pervery
since when did he get to be so abdominal
the changes to his form are quite phenomenal
to think he had the time and inclination
to work out and increase physical perfection
to think i thought he was already epitomising
a male paragon sans compromising
oh my gods and oh my goddesses
this young man is so prone to excesses
so perverted of me to be glad to see
him still smoking his carcinogenic accessory
because it means my darling Robert Pattinson
is still undeniably an imperfect human
i love him so much i could die
he dies me so much i could cry...
so glad to be back in my driver's seat
cyber lusting Rob as he turns on the heat...
(seeing Rob's new bod after six weeks of abstinence!!)

What I miss…

What I miss most about my parallel cyber-existence
When not at the mercy of Life’s nagging insistence
Is the absolute peace and perfect serenity
When writing Rob ramblings and random poetry
No need to take account of what is happening out there
Just inhaling and exhaling Rob-addled air
And imagining his imperfect but peerless face
Which every line and curve I can trace
And his irresistible and laughing voice
Enchanted idol and revered first choice
Oh, miss him like the desert misses rain
Cannot wait till I can indulge in Rob again…
(On being missing in action due to Real Life prolonged abduction...)

Remember 11 September…

When I remember 11 September
I remember Robert portraying Tyler
In my favourite non-Edward movie
You know it is “Remember Me”…
I cannot forget that evocative picture
Of him looking out of the glass tower
Eyes searching the wide horizon
Stopping to think upon a moment
When he discovered the truth about his dad
And the love for his children that he had
Although he found it hard to show it
The evidence was that he did possess it
How fitting then to bask in that knowing
To feel so loved and to feel forgiving
Believing in the potential of his own fate
Earning the declared affections of his mate
To see that deadly missile headed his way
Not understanding how it will change his day
It would have been almost instantaneous
Probably unexpected and totally painless
But for those who are left behind
It breaks the heart and crushes the mind
To try to make sense of the tragedy
Lives lost forever and many prematurely
What was there for any to gain
From the unmitigated sorrow and pain?
September 11 brought a new consciousness
What happens to one happens to all of us
Let us down weapons and tools of war
Let us be united once more
Let us work together, me and you
And make our planet a little less blue…
Robert may know this or he may not
But lest September 11 be forgot
He has added another remembering reason
That wonderful Robert Pattinson
That every tragedy like that has a human face
No matter the context, the reason or place
And every life lost in every situation
Has a story worth the time and the narration
And just as he made us love the late Tyler Hawkins
Exactly when he was making his new beginnings
We will love that we can be here to remember
That dreadful day on the 11th of September
And to spend the best of our energy
To never repeat that kind of history
“Remember Me” has created a new way
For us to connect more with that day
Shedding a tear for every Tyler and their families
Uniting us in our collective memories…
So to our global friends in New York and America,
Stay strong, may your God bless and protect ya!

I know who you are…

I know who you are…
An ordinary guy thrown into an extraordinary place
Suddenly offered uber-celebrity with its hectic pace
Not really comprehending your outrageous fortune
Now everyone on the planet is playing your tune
You deeply appreciate your swift transformation
To the international and coveted Robert Pattinson
But you miss the often unrecognized boy and rebel
Who trucked with you in times now unfathomable
And who could sit in the open Leicester Square
And not raise a look from any passerby there
But who will not now be safe is such a public place
On account of his wholly indisputable and coveted face
Yes, I know who you are
And I love everything about you
I love everything about you
Love everything about you
Everything about you
About you
YOU!

giving it up on giving it up

I am giving it up on giving it up
I know when to call in and quit
The half that is empty in my cup
Is where my useless attempts will sit
And the other half that is full in there
Is what will give me sustaining drink
Food for thought and nourishment to spare
To dream and aspire and dare to think
That somewhere lies an improbable world
That may still come to be true at last
That somehow this besotted old girl
Will see a miracle come to pass
That day when he is standing before me in person
Beaming his beatific and mesmeric smile
Close enough to touch and be touched in turn
Spinning out the endless space of a little while
Oh, and such an unforgettable moment it will be
Watching his eyes watching my eyes watching him
Ah, and such a sublime torture it will be
Breathing out and in and breathing with him
No words no sound no speech at all
No need to articulate
I let me go and I let me fall
No need to resuscitate
I am giving it all up for it is in vain
No good will come whatsoever
Nothing to lose and less to gain
He rules he wins he is forever!

Twinkle Twinkle superstar

Twinkle twinkle superstar
How I wonder how you are
Up above the firmament high
Dazzling comet flashing by
Will your ball of burning gas
Go the distance to the last?
Combusting in the rarified air
Consuming oxygen lingering there
And what will happen when it ends
Where go fortune’s fickle friends?
That is why it pays to mind
Loves and ties that bond and bind
Those who love you how you are
Twinkling twinkling little star
Stay with me with your light
Stay with me with your bright
Make no promises for to keep
Just wink on me now as I sleep
Let my fire add to your glow
I let it go as I love you so
So twinkle on you shiny star
God keep you pristine as you are!

Staying sane, staying same

All invasive and opinionated people who mean well
Can take their patronizing intentions and go straight to hell!
I don’t need their obsequious patronage or looks of pity!
I don’t care for their so-called caring, concern or sympathy!
They think that I have gone stir-crazy and plain mad,
They reckon my plight is tragic and way beyond sad,
They believe I should revert to my former good sensibility,
And stop this juvenile and pathetic tomfoolery:
Because the subject of my irrational affection
Is eligible for any and every kind of objection...

He is way too young and he is not known to me;
He is a popular and international celebrity;
He is beloved and adored by every hormonal girl;
He is just the current flavor of celluloid world...
How can a woman of otherwise clear intelligence
Be party to such an unthinkable unsuitable indulgence?

But I know who he is and I know who I am,
I love myself way too much to give a damn!
A mature woman is just a girl who has become all grown,
Only she now knows better and has a mind of her own;
Her mind remains sharp and her girly bits as intact,
Her heart still thrives on passion and that is a fact!
Her desire is no less though her skin is less smooth;
She can still burn with the fires from her transpired youth!
She can still love and she can still lust;
She can still dream and she can still trust;
She can still hope and she can still believe
Though faith is too long and life is too brief...
What matters is that he is here,
He is everything she holds dear:
Every single fervent prayer;
Every mischief she did dare;
Every regret from her past
Reminds her to hold fast!

He makes me want to smile and sing!
He renews each old mundane thing!
He makes me want to laugh out loud!
He silvers the lining of each cloud!
He lifts my mood when I am blue;
He reminds me about what is true:
Love is love no matter the form,
Though it be strange and butts the norm;
If that love sustains and keeps me young,
And helps me up yet another rung,
Who am I to question its verity
When it keeps me centred in its clarity?

I have loved too often and too much
To mistake its subtle but familiar touch;
I have come far and survived this journey
Because I have always been true to me!
I love how he makes me feel this way!
I love how he makes me feel today!

So all my critics who mean so well
Can take their interfering tails to hell!
I am happy in my present condition:
Besotted and addicted to Robert Pattinson!
(after another well-meaning "talk" from a concerned "friend"...pffftt!!)

Rambling on 12th August

There he goes, our adorkable Robbie
winning at Teen Choice repeatedly
cool and quirky in his blue plaid
skinny jeans and hair, enough said!
smiling and giggling like he does
wondering wherefore comes the fuss
trying to talk above the cacophony
hormonal fangirls barely past puberty
screaming at him like Irish witches
disregarding attempts at little speeches
love his good humour and practised grace
bless his gorgeous and public face
what must it be like to be him at all
doing his duty at some beck and call
hope he enjoys the crazy-making
downsides with the bonuses taking
hope he finds time to recreate
to be with mates and to celebrate
the harvest of his work and just dessert
enjoy the lightness of being just Robert...

A letter to Rob

I know I am not the first one, alright?
To cry useless tears into the pillow at night,
To wish and pine for what is plainly out of sight,
To resist and deny the unwinnable fight:
To pray for Time to turn its face,
To put me right back into the race,
To have the chance and associated grace,
To receive his words, his smile, his gaze…
Oh, that I could have just one endless moment,
To be that blessed and lucky woman,
To speak in tones all clear and fervent,
As besotted slave and dedicated handmaiden…

Sir, you fill me up and you complete me,
You resurrect and you deplete me,
You infect my soul and you invade me,
You brighten me up and then you fade me…
I know you know the meaning of this:
A kiss, imagined or stolen, is still a kiss,
A bliss, however experienced, is still a bliss,
Though reason and logic both go amiss…
It was never, really, only just about you,
Though all is predicated on how you do,
My own aspirations are emerging through
That magical portal embodied by you…
You have been my own best mate,
I wove your life into my own fate,
And even that you have come too late,
My passion and need do not abate;
With you come memories of my youth,
When thoughts about Love obscured the truth
Of the red and the black of each claw and tooth
Of Life that is without compassion, pity or ruth;
And I find myself in your engulfing sphere,
When all buried desires and drives reappear
To banish the regrets and face down my fear
And follow that still small voice in inner ear…

“Be!” That is the whole of the monosyllable
So much contained in so very little,
For what of what’s right? What of what’s acceptable?
When life is too short and provably mutable?

Sir, you inspirit and you animate me,
You heal me as you reveal me,
How wonderful it is to be me
Living here now and beholding thee!

[Remembering Elvis and simply delighting again in his "company"; Reminded of how Rob is occupying that Elvis space now, and revelling in the company of all the lovely like-minded women similarly smitten by this Brit! <3]

Rob-rehabilitation

I wanna go me some far away distance
To get me some space and separation,
Cure meself of this chronic persistence
Untamable Robertatonic Pattincondition!
I wanna be me pure innocent self again,
Living me scrupulously good and useful life;
Admirable professional, so sound and sane,
Dependable mother and devoted wife!
But all I get when I look in the mirror
Is an unrecognizable and demented woman:
She’s totally for the fear and terror
Of facing the expected Rob-demon!

Oh, and that Grinning Reaper comes for me
With his wicked sharp and curving tool,
He will confirm my lingering death for me
And deliver just desserts for this silly fool!

But how comes this spontaneous combusting
Right smack centre of me quivering loin?
Why are me hips so determined and thrusting,
Straining to crash with his and join?
So many are the things I feel for this devil
That would shame the most wretched h00r!
So many things that I want to do to this devil
That would bar me forever from pearly door!
Is there any hope left for this despicable sinner
If I make a full and contrite confession?
Tell all the ways I covet, perve and leer
At the inexplicably alluring Rob Pattinson?

I wanna crush him with me burning thighs,
Sandwich his bewitching face between,
Squash in his nose, pop out his eyes
Make him raise his almighty peen!
I wanna feel his every lick and probe
Assaulting me questionable virtue,
I wanna feel his strong suck and grope
Giving me torture and punishment due!
I wanna grab him by his fancy ass,
Push him hard up against a wall,
Grinding into his engorged mass,
Mincing each bouncing ball!

I wanna kiss and tease each fleshy nipple
As they harden and go goosey bumpy,
I want him to ram and slam and manhandle
All me bits in rogue rumpumppumpy!
I wanna hear him gasp and rasp
In excruciating sexual exertion,
I wanna grip him in me hold and grasp
Trapping his huge and agonized erection!
I wanna have him dig and delve in me
As often as he fucking well pleases,
I wanna be climaxing hard and repeatedly
I don’t wanna give him no early releases!

I wanna come me a huge enormous river
That floods and overpowers its banks,
I wanna drown me own gorgeous lover
And kill him as a sign of thanks;
I wanna take him way down under
Into me well of insatiable ecstasy,
i wanna have his ghost to haunt thereafter
Just to pimp and serve and pleasure me!

So now you know me madness
And sheer scale of me depravity,
So now you know me sadness
And sheer denial of me reality,
What promises here for Rob-rehabilitation
For a lost cause soul like me?
Just leave me to me eternal condemnation
Suffering Robbielicious Pattinsonsorcery…

London Bridge is falling down...

“Water for Elephants” is in the bag,
Robert has left his Jacob Janowski,
Eyes to where he will see out jetlag:
London Bridge is falling down, my fair laddie!

Will he visit his lady fair
Working over in Canada?
Will a reunion bless this pair
And give them some time together?
It seems there is a small a window
Before “Unbound Captives” starts up,
So jump it, dear Rob, and don’t be slow,
Drink and empty that lovers’ cup!

For we have heard your stricken chords
Trip magic “song from another room”,
How can you rest in your house of lords?
When the call for more begins to loom?
So sing, sweet minstrel, sing for us,
Let your vocals soar the ether!
Be our last, and only and first!
Be our Troubadour now and ever!

We wish you back to London Town
Where they respect your privacy,
Lay some soulful music down
For love of your own soul, my fair laddie!
Comforting strangers and protective friends
And those who respect your gifted muse,
Will help you gather all wearied ends
And let them unravel and loose…

None compares to your unique sound
Your lilting and pulsating harmony…
Sing; fill us with sense-surround,
Corral us in seductive melody…

Though London Bridge is falling down,
With weight of expectations, my fair laddie,
We tumble freely and we wish to drown
In the Thames of your music, my dear Robbie…
(after hearing Rob sing in London, news of WFE wrap up and start of Unbound Captives etc)

The voice of Robert Thomas Pattinson

That voice of yours, my dear Robert Thomas,
Is unbelievably heart-breaking;
To hear it strain as it climbs and bursts
Is to know the meaning of breath-taking;

But you should already know all that, my dear,
Unless you close your perfect ears to the talk,
Unless your humility takes company with fear
And the rising expectations cause you to balk;

Let people expect as they naturally or unnaturally will,
Your voice is a gift that behooves clever custody,
Cultivate it like any other prodigious talent and skill
That was given to you by the muses so unfairly;

For where is the justice in the litany of your treasures
That exceeds that of any other living body and soul?
How fair is it that your account surpasses the measures
For what should be equally shared in parts or in whole?

Everything, Robert, everything with you is superlative;
Nothing short-changed or incurring obvious deficits;
I am so happy to be here and watching you live
Wearing your techni-coloured magical suit because it fits!
(on listening to Rob give an impromptu song on his guitar...Oh my, Elvis lives!)

Ramblings on 4th August

How many times will it take till I know
There’s just no getting enough of Him ever?
And how many takes will it lead time to show
This is just the beginning of Never?
Never will I take leave of my addiction,
Time will only deepen its roots inside,
And from the capture and reach of Robert Pattinson:
There is no place on earth for to run and hide….

Patty RIP

Oh i feel like a realy stupid dick
excepting i really am more of a chick
just found out from surfing the net
that my last poem was with errors beset
apparently Rob's pet dog was not a bitch
and that was not the only hitch
seems that he died last year
that is such a sad thing to hear
but now it seems Rob is getting a replacement
from the set of Water for Elephant
not sure if it is a she or a he
but it makes no difference to me
i still wanna be his little pet
freaking hot to be wet wet wet...
and dear departed Patty, wherever you are
shine on you twinkly little star
sorry i took your name and sex in vain
rest in peace till you meet your Rob again!

I wanna be Pattin’s Patti

I wanna be Pattin’s Patti -
That will be a sweet life for me!!
Such a lucky little bitch
Enduring doggie witch
Waiting patiently in London city
While her master works industriously…
And the sweet reunions, no doubt,
Are things to write poetry about:
Scampering between his feet
Begging for some canine treat
Licking each beloved hand
Performing at his command
Rolling over to expose my tum
Wagging tail at end of my bum
Jumping up to kiss his nose
Dropping down to nip his toes
Snuggling into his fond embrace
Spreading saliva all over his face
Letting him scratch me on my head
Lying on his chest and on his bed
Wriggling into my favorite position
Just below his cute belly button
Snuffling into his manly spot
His smells are sharp and hot
This is where I covet the most
Enticing as fresh buttered toast
He laughs at my indulgence
With simple artless innocence
I watch him lasciviously
As he smiles deliciously
The sensation is unmistakable
His hardening is only natural
He looks at me with aqua eyes
I leer at him under my disguise
He shakes his head in disbelief
And tries to move for some relief
I yelp and whine so prettily
He can’t shift his precious Patti
From where she looks so smug and snug
Fondling his fat bug in bulging rug
So I stay for the duration
Of my master’s perturbation
Wondering about his own sanity
Imagine doubting faithful Patti…
Oh yes, no transient female lover
For my shape-shifting undercover
I know where his heart lies for sure
I know he thinks and pines for her…
So I wanna be Pattin’s Patti -
That will be a sweet life for me!!

Watching Rob in “Eclipse”

So we were both sitting together
Neither known nor knowing
Closely in the darkened theatre
Rob-Edward in Eclipse forthcoming
And then He is on the big screen
Kissing and fussing in the meadow
Bestowing on his mortal queen
His sparkling and sensual ardour
And I heard you sigh beside me
The very moment I expel my own
We turned to each instinctively
And smiled in recognition newgrown
We are sisters and coevals
Loving the self same Man
Similarly smitten mortals
Owned by the One Man Brand
So we passed the next two hours
Bathed in warm company
We are His and He is ours
We fit together in anonymity
We stayed sitting still together
As the credits roll on down
Rob-lovers at the movie to get lost
Only to be so resoundingly found!
We did not exchange numbers
We did not plan to meet
But the joy and memory lingers
Meeting fellow Rob-lover was a massive treat!

Rambling on 23rd July...

There you are:
Gorgeously brooding and smouldering
Through artificial golden eyes;
Effortlessly pulling and alluring
With macho power and disguise;
Here i am:
Piously transfixed and wondering:
When your meaning does unfold
And your blue-grey eyes revealing -
Will truth or will magic retain hold?
Where we are:
Interfacing life from real to reel,
Bridging fact and mythology
Colouring ways i think and feel –
Hanging on to abnormal psychology...

Fave Rob movie scenes

Oh my Rob, RCC, cool questions!!
but so hard to arrive at decisions
mostly i am watching his every scene
on little TV or big theatre screen
but since i have taken the time to stop by
i will give this impossible task a try….
1) The Haunted Airman:
i liked the one where he is exercising
and his lovely guns were a-pumping
also when he is kissing the cheating slut
all the time while her throat is being cut…
2) How to Be:
love his scene in front of the mirror
talking himself up to conquer stage fear
and also at the very end
when he says “that’s wicked” to his friend…
3) Little Ashes:
Ah, this is very hard indeed for me
i just love my handsome Robvaldor Dali
but the scene when he is out cycling
sets my heart rate and pulse rates scaling…
4) Twilight:
oh, baby, without a single doubt
the first time Ed tries to make out -
the slow kiss is out of the world
makes me wish i was that mortal girl…
5) Remember Me:
so many here that i absolutely adore
including all the love scenes mentioned before
i actually love the one of him riding to his father
all angry and full of angst and bother…
6) New Moon:
of course i love just about every scene there
even ones when Edward was just thin air
but the one that sets me heart a-flutter
is when Ed is an apparition with Bella in the water…

but really, RCC, this is all academic
i LOVE them all…i am a Robertmanic!!
thanks for the fun, everyone
have to swoop, post, kiss and run!

Ramblings on 4th July (NZT)

hi Angelsz,
lovely to find you all around here again
my desert blessed with refreshing rain
have seen Eclipse four times and counting
Robward’s profits and assets are mounting
noble and kind and way too gracious
even when lying and angry and jealous
ah, i see way too much Elvis Presley in him
easy like tipping water off a full cup’s rim
but falling in love every single time
enduring all lemony twists and lime
i can almost taste his sensuous lips
and tremble beneath his finger tips
as i imagine myself in Bella’s place
to be so close to that breathless face
Oh my goodness gracious, Rob
My bigscreen heart and clitty throb!
thinking of you all when i view Rob up there
H00rs with hearts that love and care
Oh that lucky lucky pulchritudinous man
Sucks up all our loving just because he can!

Rob's heart donor registry

The love that I feel is inappropriate
He is come into my life way too late
The passion he ignites feeds my mind
Its reach leaves my body far behind
Nothing is impossible in imagination
Every desire within my fancy’s creation
And I can be as limber, as keen and as light
Immensely tireless every day and night….
But the gossips report he loves another
A girl more suited, prettier and younger
And of course it may only be conjecture
Neither he nor she has said for sure…
Oh, but how my heart is breaking
Every fibre inside me is aching
For the sheer inevitability
Of him loving someone not me…
Then let her be very deserving
Of the treasured love he is offering
For I cannot bear the tragedy
His heartbreak will spell death for me!
Far better that I serve a vital part
And register the use of my faithful heart
So if she should ever break his own
He can have mine on limitless loan!
To throb strongly within his breast
The rhythm of one who loved him best
And though it will mean the end of me
I am first on Rob’s heart donor registry!
Love whomever you please, my darling
As long as she keeps you brightly sparkling
Just let this part of what makes me live
Be my ultimate wedding tribute to give…
And if she proves unfeeling or untrue
At least I will beat on inside of you
Oh, that you will never need the deal!
Oh, that she will love you forever for real!
And that my Rob heart donor registry
Will remain just a fallback fantasy
Loving you with it is my constant plan
You beautiful, delighting immortal man!

Why I go to RAoR...

I come here to get lost
And shake off some Real Life frost
I come here to leave the closet’s dark
And have some fun and a little lark
I come to be with other women
Who similarly adore Rob Pattinson
I come to air my Rob-besotted views aloud
Far away from the judging madding crowd
I come to share what small tricks I possess
To ventilate, to opine, to cry and to confess…
I love to pop into this pervy and lusty site
And keep myself occupied any day or night!
Enjoying other sisters and their postings
Adoring all the Rob pics, vids and things
I love that every one is usually very free
And comments peppered with Rob-perversity
And when we have different points of view
That we usually give doubts the benefits due
There have been times I have felt hurt
But I chose not to confront or assert
Because I AM mindful of the bigger picture
And I AM clear about why I am here….
I am here because of all of YOU
Although Robert is the portal through
It is the warmth and love that is so often given
That makes my path to RAoR so well-trodden
Most times most people are wonderfully generous
And their support and comments sweet and precious
These positives are far more as like the rule
The exceptions I sweep out to the draining pool
So while in real life I need to keep my poise
And shut out my broken and inner voice
When I have time to drop in here at RAoR
I let myself go and ROAR and ROAR!
Thank you for this sweet sanctuary
That fills my appetite to be really me
If everyone is just as Robsessed as I am
I don’t give a flying fuck or damn!
But I do believe in the humanity
Of humble celebration of diversity
Every story has its own take on truth
Our own must never be without some ruth
We must remember to dwell in solidarity
And every hurt felt is felt too by me
I am sure I must have also offended
In ways that were not planned or intended
So I will beg you forgive and indulge some more
Because I really need to come here and ROAR!!
(In response to JAG's question as to why people visit the RAoR website after some unhappy correspondence posted there...)

JAG making Rob-soundbites!

Hi JAG, what a dag!
i’d love ANY soundbite you put in the bag!
just adore hearing the sound of his voice
so any sound biting is primo choice!
best thing i heard him say in a recent interview
that “Unbound Captives” is back on the agenda too!!
oh, Comanche-talking and shirtless Phineas….
oh, that would just be the jitzzing death of us!!
but sad news for this NZ dream weaver
the movie’s gonna be made in Argentina!!
but still so exciting to have some more to look forward to
on top of “Breaking Dawn” breaking down into two…
am looking forward to your soundbite compilation
and salute you for your Robenabling dedication!
(RAoR post responding to call for suggestions for soundbites)

Rob in the Eclipse interview…

Saw and heard him in an Eclipse interview today
Confirming I am still besotted, what else can I say?

He is so sweet, natural and unfettered,
His grace and poise could not be bettered,
Answering inane and predictable questions,
Paying gracious and responsive attentions;
No matter how tired he was or exhausted,
His humor and patience cannot be faulted,
Ah, and so beautiful and gorgeous under all that pressure
Rob is truly an international treasure!

Standing up and representing steadfast Britannia
Hey, my English babe, here’s looking at ya!
My girly bits and womanly parts get the jiggles
Every time he laughs out loud or giggles!
He drives me insanely to distraction -
The blinking screen’s preeminent attraction!
Oh My Rob!! Indeed, how do I love thee?
How to count the innumerable? Let me see….

Love you like hydrogen loves oxygen
In the constant water’s H2O equation,
Love you like violet loves the indigo
Forever adjacent in every rainbow;
Love you like the Madonna loves her Child;
Love you like Oscar loves his Wilde;
I love you like the “O” in between “R” and “B”
I will be eternally into ROB, my sweet pea!

Oh, but not to worry your pretty young head,
For I’ll not be trespassing in your bed:
Real Life is for you to experience and live,
I ask for nothing for love I freely give!
Only to know that you will be truly happy
With whoever will love you reciprocally,
And leave me fantasizing about what will never be
As I sit in front of my computer screen or TV…

So, my pretend young toy boy lover,
Get off your asscandy and come on over……
(Response to watching clip of Rob in Eclipse interview)

Remembering Rob in Winter

And yet, even as the summer sprite loses her colours,
And damp and cold stalk the darkening hours…
The warmth and heat of the memory of him remain,
Gently vaporizing the wetness of mist and rain
Into elemental molecules that waft upwards into the ether
And retain traces of him no matter the weather…

For Debbo and her new pussy cat...

ah there you are my lovely Debbo
how i have missed you so
so nice to catch you lurking here
really missed your hilarious cheer
and saw the picture of your cute new pussy
will you train it to lick your clitty?
heard it from one who said she trained her pet
who apparently just loves it hot and wet
and its tongue is better than a JackRabbit vibrator
because it is flexible and responsive and so much rougher
but it may only be hearsay and untrue
but if any h00r would try it, it would be you
pity i would find that really difficult to do
as all cats make me go “Atishoo”!
but whatever and however you choose
as long as you do not deem it abuse
apparently her cat enjoys the activity
she sleeps all night just by her pussy
let me know if you should give it a try
then i will know if it be truth or lie
and anyways, hello to you and goodbye
will think of you when i howl at that moon in that sky!
OOWWoooo!!
(in honour of one of my favourite h00rs and a tall tale?? retold...)

Ramblings on 13th June about Rob in Little Ashes

Just watched RobDali in "Little Ashes":
Ambivalent eyes, impossible lashes
dark and painful personal ambitions
cold and forbidding the restrictions

keeping tenderness under cover
cannot or will not be a lover
displacing passions into art
displaying outward flamboyant part

so lost and pressed down so tight
no peace by day and less by night
longing and wanting to no avail
real love a demoralising epic fail

keeping all his demons down
muffling every dissenting sound
till he ascends the celebrity throne
still lost, still uptight and all alone...

i am filled with wonder and with awe
how young Rob is, how brave and raw!
taking bold chances in his own hand
eschewing comfort to make that stand

i see him shining in his element
i celebrate his unbounded talent
wishing him the best of the world
wishing him the best with his girl

Rob, stay yourself, love and be happy
life is too mutable to live like lost Dali
it will end too soon in dots and dashes
every one rendered to little ashes...

(Enjoyed Rob's performance in the movie, moping about Dali's possible lost chances with love...reminding myself about importance of being me...)

If he and I ever met…

And if he and I ever met, what then?
I guess I really cannot or wish to say,
So irrationally have I loved this ethereal man
That all logic and reason have worn clean away…

A romantic, poet, singer and musician,
His mind sharply curious and tessellating,
He is a comic, dramatic and artful thespian,
His conversations sparkling and titillating…

The man I love does not own his mind,
He does as and when and how I ask,
He is always patient and always kind,
He is up to each and every little task…

He does not have any other want or need
Than to linger and bide his time with me,
He follows like a puppy wherever I lead,
He never neglects, denies or opposes me…

And always a generous and self-less lover,
He lavishes my body with doted attention,
Ever willing and ready to go down forever –
Incomprehensible and total satisfaction…

And he does not know anger, wrath or ire,
He forgives me no matter what I do,
He would willingly tolerate ice or fire
Just to prove to me that he is true…

Ah, but then I always wake to the truth,
And distinguishes it from creative fancy,
For how can such a passionate and vibrant youth
Be so entirely blank and naïve and ego-free?

If he is as docile and compliant as all that,
And as perfectly meek and servile too,
Why, he would be such a bore and a prat -
He could never earn the adulation that I do!

So, if we ever met at some future date
And had the chance to talk and socialize…
I would just be myself and totally celebrate
Having him in the flesh there before my eyes!

We would talk and laugh like normal people do,
And perhaps we will hug easily on the occasion,
And I will always know the thing that is true –
I met and touched Robert Thomas Pattinson!

No need for dreams...

Ah, don’t really mind if i don’t get one of those dreams
(just as well because they are beyond all my schemes!!)
but just love to daydream and fantasise and imagine
then that way i control each and every scene:
and he is always the most wonderful boyfriend and lover
and he has no declarations of fidelity to any other
and he is sweet and sensuous and generous in love’s ways
and i hang on every word he sings and sighs and says
and he never has to go anywhere else but here
and that he loves and desires me is patently clear…
so no need for dreams and sensations out of my control
i love him anytime and anywhere and, if truth be told -
no need too for joysticks or kinky toys or vibrators or such
i could come with just one fantastical imagined Robbie touch!

yeah, just made it all up just because i can
would love to have a lemonade dream of that man….

Global superstar for global super-peace!

Hey, Robert, can I ask you just one little wee thing?
Now you are The Global Superstar and everything…
Will you give your massive talents and appeal a huge release
And work towards getting the elusive global super-peace?

I know that all women who live in different nations
Will see the perfection of my logical calculations,
And join in this huge and wonderful conspiracy
To conquer the whole world with loving diplomacy!

That plan will put an end to all strife and war,
And will forever stop the cannon fire and roar,
That will make it too meaningless to fight
And bring resolutions to pass overnight!

If every wife, girlfriend, spouse or lover
Would nag their men endlessly and together
To put aside their differences and political spats
For their women’s enduring loyalty to Rob Pattz…

That those men who choose to stay aggressive and staid
Can forget about ever getting ravished and laid,
And all the women would take a celibate vow:
No love or sex forever and starting NOW!

And, Robert, I know that if you would only ask,
Every woman would find it such an easy task
To do you this one small and simple favour
For their most preferred and deserving award winner!

How can any red-blooded woman ever say “No”,
If you asked sweetly and if you promised to show
Your appreciation the way they would totally buy :
That into their peaceful country you will drop by?

And you’d favour them with your delightful presence,
And entertain and flirt with your adoring audience -
If only they could persuade their menfolk
To eschew their warring and macho yoke?

Oh Robert, this plan is definitely ready to rock,
Its simplicity will be such a shock!
But such a huge gamble is only going to succeed
If you gave it your consideration, and if you agreed…

Come on, my sparkling knight in shining armour,
Take up your role as the new world’s redeemer,
Save us all and rally for universal democracy!
Save the planet, save the species…and save me!

So, global superstar you, Rob, pretty please…
Will you offer yourself thus for world peace?
(Suggestion for another use for Rob's awards-winning ways...)

Rob awarded honors at MTV awards…

The sun is out and shining about
Breaking up the cold and wet and grey
Rob has been honored and, without a doubt,
The public accolades would have made his day…

And still I am stuck in this selfsame place
With no hint of help, remission or succor
Hanging onto his voice, his laughing eyes and face…
Hanging on as if this will last beyond forever…

And every tear in the reality wall between
Sends me a glimmer of hope and light
That somewhere is an unrehearsed scene
That will bring me into his line of life and sight…

And what then would he really see?
Not the unforgettable creature in my mind
Who smiles in my mirror right back at me
And elicits feelings from him of the loving kind…

But someone from his mother’s generation
Fond and affectionate in a familial way
Who would not incite or encourage passion
Or divert him from his current romantic sway…

And he will know of the things I dare not speak
Of all the feelings bursting within my breast
Of the wanting and pining he does not seek
But that he appreciates along with the rest…

For he is well aware of his own ridiculous appeal
Although he does not comprehend its logic or reason
So often told the way girls and women feel
He resigns to the impact of being Rob Pattinson…

Oh, but he WILL love me, this I know,
If Love stays Love no matter the specific form,
If he stays long enough to hear my words flow
Although they will be beyond expected norm…

Yes, he will love me for sure and never the less
For he will be moved to remember and not forget
How my golden love has passed the fiery test
And it will not relent and it will not let…

It does not want to possess or to hold tight
But free the subject of its zeal and passion
Allow the world to revel in, enjoy and delight
To the wonderful facets of Robert Pattinson…

And he may even shed a tear or two
For I believe he is of a tender heart
And he will feel my pain and rue
Touched by how his living plays a part

And if he be a man of flesh, blood and bone
He will recognize the universality of my fate
And if he not be of wood, ice or stone
He will behold me and he will consecrate…

My love for him is pure, free and sacred even
It is all joyous suffering and all emancipating
He must feel the awe to be the one so chosen
To bear a gift so rare and totally liberating…

To be loved so utterly and completely
To have no strings or bonds that tie
To be involved so deep and yet indirectly
No more commitment than a whispered sigh…

Yes, if given a smidgeon of a chance at all
Rob will love me and will always forever know
My ardor for him will never diminish or pall
And he will be blessed wherever he may go…

So, Robert, wherever you are in the world
You so deserve all the awards given and more
And just a tip from this one besotted girl
They are not one tenth of what else lies in store!

Ramblings on 7th June again...

I cannot remember a time in the last couple of years
When Rob has not been in my eyes and in my ears
Ever since the first time I saw him on big screen
Entering Forks High café as the groovy vampire teen
I was totally mesmerized and fully fixated
Unremittingly captured and formally designated
An untreatable sufferer of the incurable condition
Colonized comprehensively by Robert Pattinson
And how the time has flown irresolutely by
And yet how I remain besotted by that guy
Just watching him sitting in the audience
His enjoyment of the occasion and the exuberance
His very comfortable way of being how he is truly
Living every emerging moment spontaneous and fully
Every single giggle and laugh and gesture
Sends me into paroxysms of rapture
It was how I have loved the late Elvis
In exactly the same unreasonable way as this
I worry now about burning forever
In the raging temperatures of the fever
That consumes every logical fibre in my brain
And relegates resistance to the sea-bound drain
Lost I am now and lost all Roblovers are
Eternally orbiting this global superstar…

(on more viewings of pictures of Rob at MTV awards event)

Rob on MTV

Hi to all Pattinh00rs and Robangels lurking here!
just saw some MTV clips on Robertpattinson Australia
and did we need anyone to tell us he was the best?
“Remember Me” alone easily tops the rest!
and that he is a global superstar, no shit!
Ever since 2008, our Rob has totally got IT!
adored the dalliance with Kristsen for best kiss
how i envy that lucky beloved American miss…
to win two years in a row for locking lips with Rob -
that must be the world’s most desirable job!
JAG, your predictions were very close to the button,
and no haphazard gear can ever hide the Pattinson:
he glows from the inside to right across the universe
oh, i love him so much i can burst!!
(on Rob's wins on MTV)

Rob on MTV awards soon...

Robert appearing on MTV
That will elicit squeals from me
Just loved his Tom Cruise skit
Made me love him more than a bit
No matter if he wins anything or not
Nobody gets close to his holy freaking hawt
Am sure he will come up with another way
To take my breaths clean and quite away
Always something fresh and novel
To endear him anew to more people
But for those of us already smitten
Thoroughly trapped and sweetly bitten
Nothing he does will be a surprise
That boy will always get my prize!
Running out of ways to describe his superlatives
This supreme overlord of willing captives!
Oh rip the heart right out of me and be done
And I know I will not be the only one!

Ramblings on 7th June

oh my lovely earthbound angels and saintly sisters!
nice to see you all here as cyber RAoR posters…
am only managing a couple of breaks a day
to come here and while some sharing time away
am on another writing sabbatical
and the self-imposed schedule is tyrannical
but waiting for news and pics of Rob on MTV
to defibrillate and thump back some life into me!
love and miss all my gorgeous h00rs on site
will come back and see you all (NZ time) tonight!
ciao bella!

Ramblings on 6th June

My darling and precious RCC,
you will definitely be the death of me!
One impossible question after another,
i am in such a spot of bother!!
First, when and if i ever see Rob standing there
i’d immediately ask to hug him if i dare
yes, and sweetly ask to kiss his cheek
putting on all mild and meek
and while i am hugging his heated chest
and crushing him against my breast
I would whisper about my appreciation
to be able to meet him in flesh and person
And i would talk with him of philosophy
and love and life and every mystery
of what makes the world a wonderful place
and watch every movement on his face
i would front up and first confess
how i used to dream and obesess
but now that he is before me in reality
i have proof he is extra- ordinary
i would ask if he would like a look
at my bulging poetry book
written with love and creativity
never doubting it is fantasy
and if truth be told
and if i was to be so bold
would give him my Italian guitar to play
i need have no more words to say
but just to listen to his lulling voice
while i prepare my feast of choice
varied smorgasboard of Asian dishes
i will cook or buy anything he wishes!
ah, such a sweet indulgent fantasy…
RCC, you will be the death of me….
(posted response to RAoR website regarding what i would do if Rob appeared in front of me like the people he surprised on the Oprah Show...)

Team Robowski forever!

Oh, the wonder of His sweet appeal
The ways He makes us wimmin feel
No matter the age or stage or status
No matter the race or species or genus

From squealing human teenaged infants
To infatuated and trumpeting she-elephants
From every inhabited corner of the world
Feminine hearts are opened and unfurled

The incomparable pull of His possibilities
The inescapable push of His improbabilities
Whatever we make of the logical reality
We are lost in His intricate tapestry

Forever knotted into His warp and His weft
Forever slotted into niches right and left
Every one of us a little part of His whole
Orbiting around His heart and His soul

Each a glowing moon or blazing asteroid
Populating the space and reducing the void
Transforming what was thought to be empty
Into a teeming and bursting Rob-galaxy…

Leave all the other idols to the rest
I want to be bumping against His chest
Like the dangling St. Francis medallion
To be His constant close companion

Going everywhere He chooses to go
Because I ecstatically love Him so
Just as any elephant adores sustaining water
Let me sign on to Team Robowski forever!

(response to seeing new pictures of Rob as Jacob Janowski in "Water for Elephants" movie set!! **sigh**)

Rambling re: viewing Little Ashes in NZ's Out Takes Film Festival

O Robert Pattinson,
How i love you!
Every little reason
Hits the target true!
Just saw you as Dali
Eating up the big screen,
so young and so pretty,
such a petulant queen…
surrounded by gay people
who seemed utterly arrested -
the jewel of the Film Festival,
your acting truly tested!
and they all love you,
as we all inevitably do -
nothing else to do
but resign to loving you…
O darling Robert,
Leave your hair be -
no shampoo nor no dirt,
just get it down on me!!
(Posted on RAoR on 31/5)

Rob is like water for elephants…

How do I love Him still?
Whither motivation and whither will?

For He is essential
As water for elephants,
Mother’s milk for infants,
Sunlight for moon’s glow,
Springtime for meadow;

As butterflies to nectar,
Wishes to shooting star,
Beaches to ocean,
Logic to reason;

As oxygen in breathable air,
Filaments in growing hair,
Red in purple hue,
Double units making two;

Therefore I love Him still,
Neither needing motivation nor will:
He replenishes and gives me sustenance,
Exactly like water for elephants….

Robert on the Oprah Show

Did you see Robert on the Oprah show?
Shining sublimely in the pixellated glow,
As ravishingly beautiful as we all know,
Sitting pretty at the head of the row…

The delightful creature knocked on doors,
Knocked folks off chairs and onto floors,
Made them happy and dizzy with surprise
Seeing Him in the flesh with His laughing eyes!

Oh, how I wished so piously
That such a fortune would land on me:
To have Him lurking outside my house,
Pressing His shirt against my blouse,
Hugging His neck with both arms as well,
Inhaling His scent, musk and smell!
Listening to His alluring voice
Inviting me to the show of choice,
Knowing full well that my top destination
Is wherever He is in closest proximation!

Oh, how I envied those who were so lucky
As to be in touching distance of our sweet Robbie…

And the cheeky grin as he made his reply,
With a devilish twinkle in each squinted eye -
That Kristen Stewart was going to have a baby
Though she insisted He was the one who’s getting preggy…

I must confess to being enormously relieved
That fatherhood rumours are not to be believed,
Yet do you think it wrong or very sinful for me
To wish He would give or have my baby?

{OUT! OUT! Most inappropriate thought!
Never had a more wicked end been sought!
I am now thoroughly ashamed and all put out
That I have gone and thought that thought out loud!!}

But oh, my angelsz, darlings and sisters all,
I am beyond culling outrageous feelings for Him at all!
Here comes Hell’s fiery chariot now swinging low
To damn me for coveting Robert on the Oprah Show!

(on watching Robert on the Oprah Show on his 24th birthday, 13th May)

JAG’s birthday!

Happy birthday to “Just A Girl”,
Creator of lustiest Rob-site in the world!
How lovely to have this opportunity
Saluting along with entire RAoR sorority
The wonderful occasion of your birth
That deposited you upon this earth
To enable and entice and engorge
Cyber-friendships to connect and to forge
Among like-minded and same-hearted women
United in their love for our Robert Pattinson!

These wonderful matrixes of creativity
Hatched with harmless Rob-perversity
By those who should know better
For we are mostly older and wiser
But for the appeal of the One Man
(We’d all tap him if we ever can!)
And the knowledge that it is all fun -
Freedom of thought for all under the sun!

Yes, we do love us some Rob-gorgeous
Yes, we do believe in His Holy Hawtness
Yes, we give in to the irrevocable truth
Of our terminal obsession with this youth
Oh, we know that we are only dreaming
Notwithstanding our longing and dreaming
That all intercourse with Him is impossible
Highly imaginary and totally improbable…

Which is why we love our Just A Girl
This cyber-world’s most precious pearl
Who took on board our collective sins
And channeled them into posting bins
To keep us all entertained with the hilarity
To be found in the common womanity
Of Angelsz living in everyday disguises
As girlfriends, professionals, mothers and spouses!

Rob bless your creative mind and soul
RAoR posts rendering us brave and bold
We dare to say and we dare to reveal
Our deepest regrets and wounds to heal
In this World Wide Web sanctuary
Powered by Rob-lusting completely
We find our own mirrored soul mates
Journeying to the self same fates!

PattinH00rs, RobCats and PattzCougars uniting
All diversity and differences celebrating
The colour of our eyes and that of our skin
Covering the same red of arterial blood within
Wherever our homes on this blue sphere
Every person is always welcome here
For we are all temps in this small world
Made even smaller by Just A Girl!

May you have many fabulous returns
And a Rob-dream that sizzles and burns -
Sexpenders, Stoli shirt and asscandy on a stick
Sexboots, muffin and boner, lickity lick!
May your real life be as just as great
As the reel and screen life you re-create,
May the joys and pleasure that you give us all
Be ever at your own beck and call!

Hugs and kisses and smooches galore
For JAG, whom we all dote on and adore,
Be as naughty and pervilicious as ever,
I love you, JAG, Rob-pimp and enabler!
(for JAG, hostess of Random Acts of Rob website!)

On Robert turning twenty-four on 13th May

See how Time’s winged chariot does fly by
Yesteryear is naught but a remembered sigh
And now, at last, I can feel a bit less guilty
As more years take him over twenty…

But what to say of this indescribable person -
The quintessentially lovely Robert Pattinson
That another dreamy girl or woman has not already,
Expressed in multi media in love and in idolatry?

That he is gorgeous and beautiful beyond compare.
The perfect stallion for every heated mare,
That his face can launch a thousand cars
And lights up the world and shame the stars?

That his voice is fashioned as of a muse,
His style is unique, his grace profuse,
His body is riveting in its intentional frame,
And spheres dance to the tune of his name?

That his eyes make promises remembered in sleep,
Dreaming of ecstasies beyond the quantum leap,
His smile speeds up global warming without fail,
He looks at the lens and I forget to exhale…??

So, I am wishing him a happy birth anniversary
But all the wishes are really just for me…
For all the pleasures he gives through no premeditation
Give my days and nights inexplicable gratification...

May his heart be always as pure and as simple,
May he be as successful as he is surely humble,
May everything he desires be within his ambit,
May ministering angels surround him and never quit;

May his path and mine cross one enchanted day,
May I have something really memorable to say,
May he have some delight in my company,
And may he, in some small way, remember me…

And may the day come for me at last,
When this mad obsession will come to pass,
And I can return to my ordinary way of being
Sans the pain of impossible Rob-yearning…

And may he never never ever ever be
Afflicted with this incurable and chronic malady,
To love one who is no closer than a prayer
But whose addictive molecules pervade the very air!

Happy birthday, Robert, sweet twenty four
A zillion merry returns and many more,
Live long, live well and survive me…
Life without you will be the death of me!

Ramblings on 7th May 2010

And yet, even as the summer sprite loses her colours,
And damp and cold stalk the darkening hours…
The warmth and heat of the memory of him remain,
Gently vaporizing the wetness of mist and rain
Into elemental molecules that waft upwards into the ether
And retain traces of him no matter the weather…

Ramblings on 30th April

Every one day
Sans his face and smile and eyes
A raw gaping wound...

Ramblings on 28th April at 8.18 pm

Goodbye to summer
cold and damp my days and nights
but for his warm eyes...

Missing big screen Rob...

Came here to take a breather
RL squashing me under its weather
Only to find
To ease my mind:

That you girls are still smokin’
And you girls are still pokin’
Around to find new kinds of pill
For the gaping Rob-mojo loss to fill...

Ah, the interminable loneliness
Ah, the unattainable loveliness
Of that darling angel gone too far
Just as easy to lasso a star

Sure hard to keep the mojo going
When he is definitely K-Stewing...

So to pine and so to sigh
Without the dream the dreamer will die...

And now is the winter of my discontent
No big screen Rob to ease my long torment
But bless my spanking New Moon DVD
Twilight, Bad Mother’s Handbook and How to Be:
I still get to snuggle late late at night
Loving small screen Rob with all my might!

Oh my sisters and listless blisters
Do not give in to your mojo twisters
Rage and regale against the mob
Stay in high fidelity to our Rob!

Miss you all and love you all
Will drop in again to kiss and call...

(Posted on RAoR on 24/7/2010, 5.52 pm NZT time)

RobRambling # 17042010 on Rob-less winter

So ends the summer
After his blue eyes are lost
From the silver screen;

I will remember
And not mind the rain or frost
Because he has been;

Never say “never”
As Tomorrow brings its cost
Season fat or lean;

Waiting wherever
Finding always what was lost
Autumn coming clean;

Wish he would linger
Take me off the piteous cross
Change to happy scene;

Ah, my dream lover
He stays constant on the course
Calming cool serene;

Even when winter
Comes to buffet, tear and toss
Manifesting mean;

He is warm weather
Laying me down upon soft moss
His slave and his queen!

No can say goodbye to Rob

How can I say goodbye to you today
when there are so many other words to say
so many more ways to share with you
how it is I still stay true;
while you roam and wander far and wide
or find some secret place to hide
where no one can tell how you fare
or whom you are with while there;
rumours whispered on vines and wire
none verified and none the wiser
how can I say goodbye to you at all
when I am still at your beck and call;
though you never do call or even know
the extent to which I love you so
incomprehensible is this yearning
irreversible is this learning
that my days and nights are filled to bursting
you the cause of the hunger and the thirsting;
one casual glance of your face on paper
on screen in cinema or on home computer
renders all else dispensable
my appetite for you is incurable
never can I say goodbye to this thrall
many never know this thrill at all!
loving someone improbable and long distance
no incurring of logic will make a difference
all you need do is breathe in and out
nothing can hold more clout
than you existing and living your days
in all your funny familiar ways…
casual humour and lines off the cuff
silly banter aplenty and not nearly enough
quirky guffaw and infectious giggle
lopsided smile and shoulder wriggle
laughing eyes that almost disappear
when amused and touched by cheer
raking fingers through your hair
spelling your magic in the air
making all who watch you beguiled
happy to be led like an innocent child
till they find when they are sober again
enslaved willingly in your train…
no saying goodbye now nor anytime soon
sooner thread my needle to the moon
so here I am and here I will stay
besotted and bespoken in every way
only one more thing to say to you
Hello there, Rob! I still love you!
(Reiterating the madness of this Robsession!)

Rob coloring in...

Yesterday was so much easier
Yester-life was so much breezier
Just doing the ordinary stuff
Ticking boxes was good enough
Sleepwalking through the days
Mild confusion amid head haze

Then today He came into the place
Dominating all available space
Everything suddenly turned to mush
All painted by that one same brush
Magical colors and unearthly hues
Iris descending as rainbow muse
Coating all creatures with His mark
To sparkle by day and glow by dark

When all before was familiar beige
He has come to turn that page
Dazzling as sheets of frozen ice
Vivid as sweeps of fiery spice
Invasive as air and water and blood
Dramatic as Noah’s last great flood
None who bore witness would forget
The one who betters Him is not yet

While He breathes and while He is
There is no gain in denying this
If you be a woman with pliant heart
You would quickly fit the part
Give up your daily same routine
Let the new hatched rites begin
Forget what you thought you were
Give in to your sovereign sir

His are reasons to be motivated
Spirits raised and elevated
Women truly now watered and fed
Following whichever ways He led
Re-ignited from slow dying embers
Re-united in growing roaring numbers
Awakened from their flat-lined desires
Lustily soaring to His gleaming spires

Forever young and verdant we
Fertile and blooming luxuriantly
His youth will make us lush again
Covetous desire our new refrain
He is dyeing female sex once more
Virgin, mistress, warrior-maid or hoor
No more us meekly just getting by
Ours to ravish, to do or die!

Clasp Him to our collective bosom
Pace His heart with our fevered rhythm
Let nothing come between Him and us
We claim him last, for middle and first
Sumptuous be the provisions we offer
No other ones or places to prefer
Let Him stay and He will bide
An Omni Groom for our Omni Bride

All hail to Hera! All hail to Zeus!
We humbly accept their deserved dues!
Native Son from the Olympian heights
Gift-wrapped and trimmed in Gaia’s lights
Him do we willingly serve and venerate
Our beings to Him we duly consecrate
And He will sanctify all and make us holy
Coloring us in for His love and glory!

Dear Elvis...

My Elvis, who art in heaven
Forgive my devotion to Robert Pattinson
My ardor for you has been replicated
Into him has it now all been inserted
All my keen affection I reserved for you
Is now poured fully into him too…

Since you abandoned this worldly plane
Leaving me bereft and alone again
No one managed to fill your vacuum
Until he came and claimed more room
In the place I go for peaceful sanctuary
Created from imagined and sacred memory
Of a time when my life felt so shattered
I cared for no one and no one mattered...

How you rose up from the dark horizon
Brand new dawn of fresh hope and reason
Like a new way with clearer direction
Like a new savior with a sounder salvation
And your smile lit up your handsome face
Hail to your mother, so full of grace!
For such a son, such a redeeming messiah
Sheltering my life, rekindling my fire
Saving me from a shredded future
Releasing me from a cage of fear
Showing how beautiful a man can be
Tender and generous, giving to me
Pulchritude to fill my eyes
Music and song your special prize
To feed both of my listening ears
To drive off old hurts and tears

I remember loving you, dear Elvis,
With a depth and stillness just like this
I remember immersing in your tide
You all around me, you all inside
Looking at you looking at me
Forgetting real life or tragedy
Reveling in your singing for me
Your voice reverberates in my history

And now, Elvis, my most beloved Aaron,
Here is this Robert Thomas Pattinson
He causes me experience of déjà vu
I see him now so channeling you!

Different and same mesmerizing blue
Eyes that laugh and sparkle too
A face to again taunt poor Apollo
A voice fit to cut through to tomorrow
He is also gorgeous, dazzling to behold
As young in years as his spirit is old
He offers a similar careless stance and air
The less he seems to, the more I care...

Oh, I do believe in miracles
Prophecies, foresight and oracles
When such a one as like you as he
Can be born again and come to be!
I believe that history does repeat
Resigned hearts can learn once more to beat
Your unforgettable poise and style
Has returned to me again for a while...

And now through the medium of Robert Pattinson
Again I find my missed Presley, Elvis Aaron...

Elvis, my ever once and always King,
Robert, Love's incarnate and fond offspring!
And so much richer and sweeter now life can be
With both you guardian angels encompassing me!

Incurable

I stayed away meticulously for about a week
No internet or any recordings of him to seek
I worked at real life with diligence and care
And only came up yesterday briefly for air

And thinking I deserved some well-earned rest
I embarked on the way I know and loved best
Subjecting myself then to some sweet subterfuge
To watch him on movie screen again rendered huge

And, oh yes, that old familiar cardiac palpitation
The same pulmonary arrest and pupil hyper-dilation
How irrevocably transformed and transfixed am I
Upon this unbelievable and unprecedented guy

So, once again, this hopelessly affected person
Is swept away in the wake by passing Robert Pattinson...

(On what happened after one week without Rob-indulgence...)

Rob HeartBurn

Today is like any other
Same old view in same old weather
My feelings are predictably constant
Same old obsession for same Rob Pattinson

Looking forward to another view
“Remember Me” session eight plus two
Every screening just as rewarding
Every scene with him still as riveting

Some critics blast his angst and brood
When he’s merely faithful to typical mood
Of young men in similarly troubling waters
He is true to the roles, he never wavers

Other critics take to question
If positive responses are purely fan adulation
Or whether audience numbers might actually reflect
Rob’s creative talent, mass appeal and deep intellect

So what's new for Rob nonbelievers
Same old critics and same old haters
Robert will long remain a target
For those trying to explain his market

Yes, he is adored and coveted by many
Teenybopper, adult, mom and granny
Tyler says in one of the earlier scenes
“That's fine," he states, "I can do teens”

Oh, Mr. Robert Pattinson, my handsome dear
You most certainly "can do teens” and more, sir!
And, hear this from a formerly-young cougar,
You most absolutely "can do" ANY ONE for sure!

So, today is like any other
Same old query same old bother
How to self-medicate and do effective therapy
To relieve the HeartBurn Rob creates in me!

My hubby remembers me…

My hubby is looking over to me
Confirming his wife is stir crazy
When told she will be going to see
Her eighth session of Remember Me;

He rolls his eyes in incredulity
And smirks most condescendingly -
“I hope you know you are too lucky
To have an indulgent sucker like me,
Who does not consider it adultery
When you do outrageous pervery
Get up to all kinds of cyber-naughty
With this Rob guy who is way too pretty
And far more young and far more wealthy…”

I smile and reply demurely
Remind him of my spousal piety
And of my overwhelming sincerity
And adoring his pandering to me;

“Remember when we chose to marry
Remember I was always weird territory
Recall all our past life and history
When raising our beloved progeny of three,
How we endured pain and tragedy
All those memories are of me!
So leave me to my fantasy
And trust I continue in fidelity,
You are the love of my life to me
Robert only my screen sweet pea…”

He waves as he walks away from me
One more backward glance to turn to see
Me smiling as broadly as broad can be
Me loving that he is watching me!

I love that he maintains his faith in me,
I love he knows better than to be contrary,
Sharing my past and future with me
I love that he loves and that he still remembers me…

RobTyler rules!

Watching Rob channeling Tyler
Mining gold on celluloid silver
Dominating every scene and shot
Thoughts of Edward soon forgot

He is vulnerable, fragile and human
Sparkling without vampire poison
We need no other fathomable reason
To love this iridescent Rob Pattinson

His startling performance is superlative
He underscores the emerging narrative
Playing Tyler as a rebellious son
On the loose and on the run

“Remember Me” is appropriate name
For Robert’s latest claim to fame
He will be etched in deep memory
A joy forever as is thing of beauty

Unsurpassed loveliness within and without
Sealing his longevity beyond a doubt
Wonderful that this miracle is plain
Complicated logic is all in vain

Just one look at his compelling face
Removes skepticism without trace
Any reasonable intellect can surely tell
That Robert Pattinson is easy sell

Loving him is easiest thing to do
Like falling over and catching flu
So we love as we fall and catch
RobTyler is our peerless match!

(after 7th viewing of Remember Me)

Reviewing “Remember Me”

And so the story goes and the magic continues to bind
The career of Robert Pattinson is of the staying kind,
If you thought he could not possibly be loved one iota more
That thought would amend quickly once you find what’s in store!

Without his vampirish pallor or legendary restraint,
The yummilicious human Tyler will tempt a living saint!
Predictably gorgeous and ever so gentle on the eye
He is a witty and humorous iconic New York guy;

One moment blue burdened, then sheer lightness of being;
A past tragic and hardened, a hopeful future slow unveiling;
A protective older brother who desperately misses his own,
Devotion to a little sister sees his reservations blown!

A loving responsive stepson who honors his mother’s choice,
But inscrutable father gives reason to bellow rebel voice,
Maintaining fidelity to his quirky and funny friend,
Till a lovely-come-lately helps him open up and mend…

Tyler-Ally is an awesome pair and couple made for celluloid heaven –
Her insouciant and sassy air complements to make all even,
While she’s full of street smart and shaping the world to her image;
He’s nursing grieving heart with determined and growing courage;

As they play in the shower all tantalizing and wet,
You know they belong as good as good could get,
The love scene in bed is tender and achingly sweet,
They seem perfectly matched and picture-frame complete…

Full of moments so resonant that you feel you’ve known them all;
Robert’s star power is confirmed – the medium at his beck and call;
Though Emilie, Pierce, Ruby and Chris all contribute their weights in gold;
Rob delivers on the luminosity that we have all foretold!

Dear Robert, we knew it in our bones, and we stuck to the belief,
That you prove yourself so fabulous is beyond smugness and relief!
With the sum of your grace, thespian skills, repertoire and capacity,
How can we help but your forever remember-ers be!

(After second viewing of Remember Me in NZ on 11/03/2010)

Making whoopee with Robbee

Your eyes first soft and then impish
I feel faint as I inhale and wish
Would that somehow they stay locked on me
A situation most unbearably hot and delish!

Your mouth and lips command attention
As you smile and giggle like a child
I am pulled and put into detention
Your self-effacing wit and humour drive me wild!

Your supple hands and fingers distract me
When you use them to effect and gesticulate
The despicable skank and pervert in me
Imagines a RobDali mastering bait!

Your muscular abs and well-built thighs
Suggest a thoroughly fit and robust ability…
Oh, would that we could try them on for size…
Ah, Rob, come make whoopee with me!

You must come and you must stay
Make with me slaked and sated company
Dominate my night as you dominate my day
Rob, please come quick and play whoopee with me!

Real Life and Cyber Life

nobody can know the me i know -
the woman reflected in my mirror,
nobody can tell that the public show
hides a more dark and deep interior;
how can i explain my reality
when i cannot tell it for my own?
what makes how i do my life daily
more meaningful and less alone?

I must believe that there is hope
Somewhere behind that looking glass,
Some miracle rescuer will cast a rope
And haul me out of here at last!
I knew in that first instance
When I saw his wonderful face:
Happy turn of circumstance!
Lucky crop of grace!

His coming is the reason
For this gathering cyber storm,
Indulgent and warm-blooded women
With passionate love as requited norm;
We are one because of his person:
His music, craft and uniqueness,
The uniting Robert Pattinson
Bestowing collective joy and happiness!

The wonder of the phenomenon
Is the absence of bitchy malice there,
Every individual member girl or woman
Is shown due consideration and care;
Though all love the one same angel
There is no jealousy or envy dividing,
Every precious jewel or fandangle
Is free for the common collecting!

So when I am struck down in real life
And the going has gotten overly rough,
I will go to ameliorate the strife
With my sisters’ help to up my tough!
They will minister, calm and comfort me
They will pour oil on my roiling trouble,
They stretch arms out to embrace me
And every generous act becomes multiple!

So I bless Robert Pattinson all over
No matter if he knows what for,
For creating for every Roblover
JAG's saving sanctuary at RAoR!
Here I feel safe to be truly me and ventilate
Every trespassing purple, blue and black,
For no matter what will eventuate
I know my sisters have my back!!

So my best friend in the looking glass
Does not need to hide and seek cover,
She has found her way at last
And tied a knot in her tether;
Anchoring here in this cyber place
With my scaffolding sisters and me,
Robert to see and hear and taste…
No better or sweeter sanctuary!

(Salute to JAG and the healing properties of RAoR , raoring Angelsz and H00rs who love-Rob-all-day!!)

Is this Love?

Because he is so beautifully put together
By some divine and besotted creator
Catching hearts with embarrassing ease
Infecting all with his brilliant disease -
All become as inevitable prey
To his unaffected swing and sway
Hanging on every impetuous syllable
Dying with each spontaneous giggle;

He is main and central attraction
A superlative and constant distraction
From whatever life we led before
Into the ambit of whom we adore...
He makes any ordinary happening
Extra-ordinary if he is starring...

We collect new ways to venerate Rob:
When wearing a bib to eat a corn cob,
Running long fingers into long hair,
Sitting in a tub or draped on a chair,
Going through airport security
With sunglasses and beloved beanie,
When fundraising on the telly
For people in ravaged Haiti...
He’s walking on water and walking on air,
He is owning us all, and everywhere!
And regarding what was related above:
The feeling we feel, is it Love?

The kind with the “L” capitalised,
The type so uncommonly realised,
That makes you feel ruler of the world
Rendering you as invulnerable as Supergirl?
The state that makes you sit and weep
Losing weight and losing sleep
Because you spent your livelong day
Wishing he would cast one look your way?
The condition that makes you strangely weak
Wanting to hide and wishing to seek
The answer and the perfect truth
About this discombobulating youth?

A disquieting man who makes us tremble
Our words turning to pifflepaffle
Reducing us into a pile of sighs
Beholding his face and aqua eyes,
Causing our hearts to quit some while
When he flashes his incomparable smile
And the sensuous curve of his lips and mouth
Drains all blood from north down south...

Such power must surely be alien and synthetic
Nothing natural can be so wildly hypnotic!
The divinity that fashioned this exquisiteness
Must be a sadistic and scheming goddess:
No mated woman can remain faithful or true
When Every.Other.Male is removed from view!

He's inherited supernatural and irreversible magic
He's certifiably viral and absolutely magnetic
And we are drawn into the eddies of his ocean
The never-ending surges of Robert Pattinson...
Whirling around in repeating circles
Spinning whorls and cascading spirals
Trenches below and heavens above
Do we care not if this is or is not Love!

It is an outrageous way to conduct a life -
As a locum worker, lover, mother, wife;
A fulltime clandestine Robert consumptive
Double agent in camouflage and subtly deceptive...


Love is as Love does, it is said,
So our bills and taxes are fully paid,
Love by whatever other name or label
Is an enterprise truly deserving and noble,
So notwithstanding his effect be of Love or not
It has come, it has been ever sought;

If this foolish and impertinent question be aired again,
It will show that sense is impossible and logic in vain,
Who needs any answer or compelling reason
If they have ever witnessed our Robert Pattinson?

One day...

One day…
When shadows materialize independently,
And need no light to sustain their form,
The obsession that rivets me currently
Might remit and triteness be my norm;
When rainbows appearing off the blue
Incur no rapt or reverent awe,
And children not nag for prolonged view,
Such miracles rendered common law;
When poets cease to dream or imagine
That Love and Hope will finally cohere,
Like blue and red of pregnant aubergine:
To just be, hold and glow together;


Maybe then…
When these impossibilities come to pass,
And the world not delight or surprise,
My love might dim and die at last,
The fire expiring from mine eyes…
No waves will seek the patient shore,
So they break at sea without respite,
And the rising sun will hold no store
For moon to grace ensuing night;
Then might owls desert the looming dark
And remove the last of what is wise,
No room for cooing dove or lark,
To stay and sing, or philosophise;

Then perhaps…
When all optimism is leached from me,
And Life gives in to sleepless rust,
My ardor for him will cease to be
And I slowly crumble to invisible dust…
And I begin to forget to remember
The exquisite allure of his face,
His voice with specific tone and timbre,
Infusing all with its fragile grace…
My soul won’t ache to bring him close,
And my brain stops innovating to learn
Ways to touch him who is loved the most:
The unreachable Robbie Pattinson!

So here is today…
While earth still spins on its axis,
And our species not yet extinct or rare,
He remains top on my wishing list,
His star stays tantalizing rare!
He remains perimeter and circumference,
He remains constant centre of my all
Rob remains my only living preference,
He stays king in this besotted woman’s hall!

One day...
He will not be the first occupying my mind,
Or my day's last distracting thought,
Memories of him will be hard to find,
Traces of him no longer seen nor sought;
His name will elicit no skipping beat
From a heart thoroughly ossified and pale,
For I must be dead woman's meat,
Cast far from the living vale...

Until then...
He stays my perfect darling stranger,
Dominating each emerging moment,
Call me neither puss nor cat or cougar,
No label need brand my fervent;
Just him breathing in and out unerringly,
Filling up his life with bountiful substance,
I will exist correspondingly,
His living provides me sustenance!

Our One and Only

Oh, so sweet and unfiltered
Mind perfectly unfettered
Letting words gently permeate
Into ears and brain to re-create

Wonderfully cute idiosyncracies
Incomparably naive speak-easies
Belying one who’s free and guileless
Honest thinking so uniquely peerless

Mixed with lashes of humourous wit
Intentioned for the questions to fit…
And how his sayings make us smile!
And even laugh for quite a while!

His comfort in his own skin
Reveals the confidence within
That does not try hard to please
Or oveflowing passions to freeze

He lets the words take liberty
Revealing how nonchalance can be
Marker of a mature and cultured mind
So rare in such youth to find

To his own self to be so true
Is modelling wisdom and courage too…
Oh, so succulent and raw is he!
Of untamed depth and humility!

Adoration needs no more reason:
Our one and only Robert Pattinson!

(response to RAoR post about Rob's hilarious and uncensored answers to interview questions etc)

Limpet love

Today I love him so much less
Than I will do tomorrow,
And tomorrow is any guess
How much I’d love him more…

This adulation grows and grows
In an exponential way,
I am translated and it shows -
I grow more affected by the day!

No matter what the subject,
No matter where I am,
He is past and present perfect,
He is once and future champ!

He is the epicentre
Of my every conversation,
The limits and perimeter,
Both journey and destination!

I know he is totally ignorant
Of his inimitable effect on me,
But requitement is unimportant
I love him independently!

A woman does what she has to,
No reason needed nor rhyme,
To herself she must be true,
So it must be him every single time!

Devotion transcends all barriers:
Age and space and reason,
As limpets to rocks in cool waters,
I cling resolutely to Rob Pattinson!

(Reflection of inexplicable effect of seeing HHH on a Remember Me poster...)

Ramblings on 23rd February

OMG!! he is too too beautiful to bear!
no escaping from his image anywhere!
not that i want to be free of him, mind you,
but there is only so much nonchalance i can do…

i was walking with a conference colleague today
when a magazine with his face on it took my breath away
she was amazed at the source of my discombobulation
and thought him way too young and wild for “our generation”
i told her, in no uncertain terms, at all
that her judgement would not match my call
that in my humble thinking and opinion
no age barriers exist for this Rob Pattinson
i said that whilst i might be offcially menopausal
my inner woman is still alive and fully hormonal
and sex is mainly psychological for a woman’s mind
and a girl will take any inspiration she can find

she thought i was only teasing her
i couldn’t possibly be so immature
i said that i was a demented creature in truth
lusting after an unknown youth
and that i should be duly committed
and have my professional status deleted
she snorted and said honesty is best
my secret will be safe within her breast!
i said i cared not what anyone thought at all
i am who i am or i am not myself at all!!
not sure if she will talk with me tomorrow
but she will not cure nor shame this Pattinh00r!!

(Posted on RAoR in response to a whole lot of pretties posted there)

JAG is off duty at RAoR!

Hi JAG…oops, sorry, forgot you’re off duty
hope you enjoy a break and some serenity
and leaving these h00rs in rampant charge
is encouraging bedlam writ sure and large…
what with MelbieToast and her sizzling sets
getting mulitiple hobos at their jizzing best
all angels and saints are holy no more
each transforms into a wholly slut and h00r
hope RL gets all sorted out for you
and see you soon refreshed and anew
pity our Rob is off working at Bel Ami
else he’d be here ringing my bell and me!!
love you all, but RL is a hater
will come (TWSS) back to play later!
(on popping in on RAoR and finding JAG missing in action!)

Once-upon-a-time people

I am a once-upon-a-time girl
Lost in this frenetic world
My vitality slowly drained away
Bit and bit and day by day
Real life a tireless conveyor belt
Disregarding of what is really felt
Reducing all vestiges of individuality
Into inane and safe cordiality…

And then He comes along
Like rising strains of brand new song
Dispersing clouds of grey and gloom
Tapestry of color on spanking loom
Lifting faces and drooping expectations
Displaying genius in His coruscations
Injecting His humor and jollity
With practiced grace and humility

He is my once-upon-a-time boy
Re-creating memories of exultant joy
When love was new, untried and young
And bonds and ties were yet unstrung
When a boy and girl might take a chance
And join in romantic and ecstatic dance
Where each is ageless and full of zest
For all that is courageous and pure and best

But I am steeped in life too long
I know where I do and don’t belong
His life and mine are placed too far
My blue blue planet from his bright sun star
I watch in deep and awful fascination
His exciting journey to His fabulous destination
And my tears are not for grief or pain
In truth they fall for His every gain

We are as once-upon-a-time narrators
Of a story older than the lunar craters
Two seekers ever distanced and apart
Never to meet each face, soul or heart
Finding unison only through the embracing ether
Wherein we breathe in and out daily together
Here I inspire the same molecules of oxygen
Breathed out there by my Robert Pattinson

This is how human reality is lived out ever
All over the lay of our big watery sphere
Smoky dreams and desires so easily born
Murdered with ease at each heated morn
But would I never dream or love no more
To spare myself the inevitable and tragic score?
Ah, loving Him is for my own pleasure and staple
He is nourishment for such once-upon-a-time people…

RaoR anniversary facts and reasons…

When I look around in this mad Rob cyber-sorority
Enjoying my crazy, creative, horny Robporny sisters
Spending a year’s worth of effort and dedicated energy
Creating and posting to feed ravenous Roblusting litters;
I sometimes think about the collateral impacts
That inevitably fall upon our males and other halves…
What are the implications and facts?
Are these affected men anxious or enjoying the laughs?

Some Robwidowers are lucky in both love and lust
Capitalizing on their women’s increased desire and libido,
Others less enlightened are left to ruin and rust
Not understanding the wisdom of “going with the flow”…
They rue and whine and protest aloud
That their women so clearly yearn for another,
They forswear and shun the Robloving cybercrowd
Insisting their mates resist their company forever!

But some things in life are beyond human engineering
Like a Pattinangel’s fidelity to the font of her youthfulness
And no amount of male bullying or gerrymandering
Will remove her from her friends in the Robwilderness!
There, in the embrace of her like-minded escapee siblings,
She finds herself and basks in the collective receptivity
Of how she truly is, with all her attendant misgivings,
And thoughts and feelings and bouts of creativity!

To love is ever a woman’s propensity, want and true calling
To love is ever a woman’s duty, absolute rhyme and reason!
No wonder that the one all real women find enthralling
Would be the incomparable Robert Thomas Pattinson!
For if a woman does not find herself inflamed with desire
On beholding his perfect symmetry and unique effects,
She is a cold-blooded ghoul and inhuman stranger
Who is alien to her race, her humanity and her sex!

Let the men whose women are Rob-averse
Be wary of the creatures that they court,
For those are totally unreal, inhuman and perverse
If they be women, they are not of the human sort!
Let those men whose partners are Rob-besotted
Celebrate those females so hot-blooded and covetous
Let their Robplantings and Robblooms be repotted
Into these men, properly wet and properly licentious!

So JAG, a “Happy Anniversary” to your convivial site
Providing fertile soils for our unfettered Robdevotion,
May many more anniversaries be your appointed right
May you be undisputed champion pimp for Rob Pattinson!

(A belated Happy Anniversay to JAG and all Pattinangels for the 18th February 2010, a year of Random Acts of Rob!)

Remember me!

Oh now, to be an astral traveller
move effortlessly through the ether
follow and trace his incomparable essence
wallow and bask in his intoxicating presence;

And able to easily transubstantiate
when the timing is right and appropriate
into a sensual and super-friendly ghost
by the side of him whom I desire the most…

Ah baby, what a big fantastical surprise!
Imagine arched brows and unbelieving eyes,
But he does not look anxious nor over-afraid,
He is not mistaking my living from the dead…

I make sure that he most certainly knows
without a shred of doubt, and that he shows
his most incredulous awe and driven motivation
to utilise my astounding and pulsating apparition…

Oh, the frenetic love we two would make
as my thirst and hunger he rises to slake…
Oh, the most intense and multitudinous times,
How he breasts and peaks, he scales and climbs!

Ah, and I lay nestled within his fond embrace
at the edge of ethereal and physical interface,
where he and I are completely integrated
by no movement or thought be separated;

Ah, me gazing into his peerless countenance
me touching his corporeal magnificence
me watching his breathing as he sleeps
me guessing at memories he selects and keeps…

Finally, he wakes from his post-coital slumber
as I resume my inscrutable form of vapour,
he looks around himself and all about,
a bit confused and suggestive of doubt,
But he knows deeply in his bone marrow
the reason his glands are drained and hollow,
So he smiles indulgently in private memory
as he hears whisperings of “Remember me…”

“Remember me when you are polishing English wood,
Remember how our fit was true and good,
Remember my body yielding to yours in every way
Remember me, my Rob, and will me stay…”

Ah, to be such an astral traveller,
slipping easily into trails of your enticing ether
loving you in night dreams and day reverie
remember my scent and taste, Rob, remember me!

(in response to the RAoR challenging post of whether we would "tap" Rob in real life!!)