O, such a pulchritudinous man!
So much gorgeousness to command...
Have to sit and slow my heart down
else i will end up on the ground!
thanks so much for all this pretty
you've made the day better for me!
When Real Life kicks in bad
Looking at Rob makes me glad
so am saving all this ammunition
for RL stress immunisation!
ciao bella!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
For JAG on the loss of her beloved pet dog
My dear JAG,
i am so sorry for your loss of late
sorry your home feels huge and empty
but to see you come and post is great
is a huge and generous testimony
you created this wonderful sanctuary
for Robloving women to congregate and share
that in our mutual and encouraging community
we experience a world more bright and fair
there is no easy way to say "Goodbye"
and no short cuts to the huge sense of grief
but the pain will ebb by and by
and time will offer some relief
but until the day after forever
one thing will remain ever true
the love you had is still yours to savour
and adds to the woman who is You
Who you are, Just A Girl,
is a warm and generous soul
You add colour to my real life world
and help make my jigsawed pieces whole
coming here to visit and share everyday
gives me enough reward and justifiable reason
to transcend daily troubles and still stay
Saved by the pulchritudinous Robert Pattinson!
Thank you for all you have given
to make my striving tolerable
May your beloved pet in heaven
Be held in God's all embracing cuddle!
<3 you hard!
(posted on RAoR to commisserate JAG's loss and commend on her decision to post)
i am so sorry for your loss of late
sorry your home feels huge and empty
but to see you come and post is great
is a huge and generous testimony
you created this wonderful sanctuary
for Robloving women to congregate and share
that in our mutual and encouraging community
we experience a world more bright and fair
there is no easy way to say "Goodbye"
and no short cuts to the huge sense of grief
but the pain will ebb by and by
and time will offer some relief
but until the day after forever
one thing will remain ever true
the love you had is still yours to savour
and adds to the woman who is You
Who you are, Just A Girl,
is a warm and generous soul
You add colour to my real life world
and help make my jigsawed pieces whole
coming here to visit and share everyday
gives me enough reward and justifiable reason
to transcend daily troubles and still stay
Saved by the pulchritudinous Robert Pattinson!
Thank you for all you have given
to make my striving tolerable
May your beloved pet in heaven
Be held in God's all embracing cuddle!
<3 you hard!
(posted on RAoR to commisserate JAG's loss and commend on her decision to post)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
New pictures of Rob
These photos...
made my heart skip its rhythm
made my mind lose its momemtum
made my mouth open and go dry
made me continously want to sigh…
Who is this Robert Pattinson?
So gifted and beautiful beyond all reason?
the God who made this gorgeous human
is, beyond all doubt, a WOMAN!!
Praise you, God, Alleluia!
Amen.
made my heart skip its rhythm
made my mind lose its momemtum
made my mouth open and go dry
made me continously want to sigh…
Who is this Robert Pattinson?
So gifted and beautiful beyond all reason?
the God who made this gorgeous human
is, beyond all doubt, a WOMAN!!
Praise you, God, Alleluia!
Amen.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Dear God...
This is my earnest and fervent prayer
To a God who might or might not be there:
Thank you so much for your awesome creation,
The wonder that is Robert Thomas Pattinson!
Not only for his unbelievably beautiful face,
Or how he moves with perambulatory grace;
Not only for heartbreaking and evocative vocals,
Or any of the other perfect little miracles
Of perfect eyes, ears, jaw, chin or lips,
Languid limbs, torso or seductive hips;
From the fulsome hair on top of his head
to the soles of the feet that cushion his tread;
all are marvels worthy of praise and mention
but i do have now another intention:
Please grant me the boon to meet him in person!
I want us to share a single conversation,
Please let me have my simple petition!
I want to experience him for my very own,
Your inimitable cherubim now all grown...
He who is still young and tender of years
Might air his dreams, anxieties or fears
I might proffer those gifts rendered unto me
To encourage and grow his will to be happy...
Oh, that he might live healthy and long and well
And that he might prosper and thrive and excel
That he may know true love and strong
And inherent differences of right from wrong...
What is it that is required of me
To perform this heartfelt homily?
For i have lived through adversity,
Survived with little shame and less timidity,
I wish for him the superior experience,
Courageous resolution and moral resilience;
Might he be spared the shafts of fickle fate,
Insights clarified and known too late,
Maybe he would stay as happy as he seems to be
Filling up the hours and the spaces of me...
But i know this prayer is born of selfish womb,
He needs his own lessons from cradle to tomb;
To think to spare him all hurt and pain
Is to ask for something futile and in vain;
So i must watch him navigate his path,
Witness the journey and the aftermath,
Wishing with every breath for his salvation
To bask me in his victory in reflection...
Ah, such a poignant and tender mercy then,
To behold this boy become a man,
Watch him love and lose and cry,
Watch him fledge and spring and fly,
To watch him buoyed in his own abundance,
Dazzling with fresh and livly exuberance...
Still, it would be a wonderful prize
To be able to gaze into his ever eyes,
To know for real the indisputable thrill
Of him before me, alert and still;
To truly share the joy he brings to me,
By breathing, by living, by being he;
I just want him to hear and know
How i truly deeply madly love him so...
So, God, if you are really here or there somewhere:
Prove it! Grant me my prayer!
To a God who might or might not be there:
Thank you so much for your awesome creation,
The wonder that is Robert Thomas Pattinson!
Not only for his unbelievably beautiful face,
Or how he moves with perambulatory grace;
Not only for heartbreaking and evocative vocals,
Or any of the other perfect little miracles
Of perfect eyes, ears, jaw, chin or lips,
Languid limbs, torso or seductive hips;
From the fulsome hair on top of his head
to the soles of the feet that cushion his tread;
all are marvels worthy of praise and mention
but i do have now another intention:
Please grant me the boon to meet him in person!
I want us to share a single conversation,
Please let me have my simple petition!
I want to experience him for my very own,
Your inimitable cherubim now all grown...
He who is still young and tender of years
Might air his dreams, anxieties or fears
I might proffer those gifts rendered unto me
To encourage and grow his will to be happy...
Oh, that he might live healthy and long and well
And that he might prosper and thrive and excel
That he may know true love and strong
And inherent differences of right from wrong...
What is it that is required of me
To perform this heartfelt homily?
For i have lived through adversity,
Survived with little shame and less timidity,
I wish for him the superior experience,
Courageous resolution and moral resilience;
Might he be spared the shafts of fickle fate,
Insights clarified and known too late,
Maybe he would stay as happy as he seems to be
Filling up the hours and the spaces of me...
But i know this prayer is born of selfish womb,
He needs his own lessons from cradle to tomb;
To think to spare him all hurt and pain
Is to ask for something futile and in vain;
So i must watch him navigate his path,
Witness the journey and the aftermath,
Wishing with every breath for his salvation
To bask me in his victory in reflection...
Ah, such a poignant and tender mercy then,
To behold this boy become a man,
Watch him love and lose and cry,
Watch him fledge and spring and fly,
To watch him buoyed in his own abundance,
Dazzling with fresh and livly exuberance...
Still, it would be a wonderful prize
To be able to gaze into his ever eyes,
To know for real the indisputable thrill
Of him before me, alert and still;
To truly share the joy he brings to me,
By breathing, by living, by being he;
I just want him to hear and know
How i truly deeply madly love him so...
So, God, if you are really here or there somewhere:
Prove it! Grant me my prayer!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Rob’s Hope for Haiti
When you came onto the screen
Everything else faded to grey,
You’re the loveliest sight to be seen
On this woeful godforsaken day;
You are giving Hope to Haiti,
You are giving it to everybody!
Your warm and thougtful gesture
In being a part of this global venture,
So generously using your celebrity
To ameliorate this Haitian tragedy,
And do the Haitians know the heart
Or the soul of what drives your part?
I do not wish to be inappropriate
But i want to share what i do appreciate:
When i saw you in your fresh sprung youth
Speaking those old words of courageous truth,
(Not matter that they may not be your own)
Your tenderness and compassion have been shown;
And the light that illuminates your spirit within
Shone brightly under your human skin,
I have never seen you look more beatific
Than when you were doing this gig...
I did not think it at all possible
To experience this minor little miracle,
Of loving you so very much more
Than i thought i did before!
And the heart i thought overfull till then
Is now showing need to stretch and expand!
In all the universe and all the world,
You will not be loved more than by this girl!
For you not only brought hope for little Haiti,
You bring new life and zest and hope to me!
(on watching Rob on London leg of Hope for Haiti Telethon 24/01/10 NZ time)
Everything else faded to grey,
You’re the loveliest sight to be seen
On this woeful godforsaken day;
You are giving Hope to Haiti,
You are giving it to everybody!
Your warm and thougtful gesture
In being a part of this global venture,
So generously using your celebrity
To ameliorate this Haitian tragedy,
And do the Haitians know the heart
Or the soul of what drives your part?
I do not wish to be inappropriate
But i want to share what i do appreciate:
When i saw you in your fresh sprung youth
Speaking those old words of courageous truth,
(Not matter that they may not be your own)
Your tenderness and compassion have been shown;
And the light that illuminates your spirit within
Shone brightly under your human skin,
I have never seen you look more beatific
Than when you were doing this gig...
I did not think it at all possible
To experience this minor little miracle,
Of loving you so very much more
Than i thought i did before!
And the heart i thought overfull till then
Is now showing need to stretch and expand!
In all the universe and all the world,
You will not be loved more than by this girl!
For you not only brought hope for little Haiti,
You bring new life and zest and hope to me!
(on watching Rob on London leg of Hope for Haiti Telethon 24/01/10 NZ time)
Rob wears it well...
So nice to see our treasured Rob once more!
With his jaw vegetated with unruly hair galore,
Lovely habitat for all kinds of food scraps -
A nest to make English mice and bees happy chaps!
But he still looks instantly good enough to eat
‘Specially now he has put on some extra body meat!
Good to have some Rob-rain spoil the drought,
Neat to see the young man rested and up and about;
Some women do not like man-beards, as they tell,
But all adore it on him, as Rob wears it well!
History always repeats
Rob tempers with heartbeats
We love everything about his corporeal shell
Nothing matters ‘cos Rob wears it well!
(on seeing pictures of a bearded Rob in London 23/01/10 NZ time)
With his jaw vegetated with unruly hair galore,
Lovely habitat for all kinds of food scraps -
A nest to make English mice and bees happy chaps!
But he still looks instantly good enough to eat
‘Specially now he has put on some extra body meat!
Good to have some Rob-rain spoil the drought,
Neat to see the young man rested and up and about;
Some women do not like man-beards, as they tell,
But all adore it on him, as Rob wears it well!
History always repeats
Rob tempers with heartbeats
We love everything about his corporeal shell
Nothing matters ‘cos Rob wears it well!
(on seeing pictures of a bearded Rob in London 23/01/10 NZ time)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
As Water for Elephants...
What a happy piece of Rob news to hear,
A potential project for our lovely dear!
“Water for Elephants” is to be made quite soon
With Sean Penn and Reese Witherspoon,
And the role our Rob will going for in that
Is possibly as “Jacob”, a young college dropout vet...
What curious circles we humans circumnavigate!
So many loop-the-loops to test and promulgate!
First, that he would be romancing the female lead character
Who, in Vanity Fair, played his Rawdy character’s mother;
Then to provide veterinary services for animals in need
When, as Edward Cullen, he hunts them for a feed!
And the werewolf his alter ego vampire is rival to
Goes by the character name of Jacob in New Moon too!
Ah, how wonderful for our guy if this news is true
And he gets cast with the talented other two!
Our Rob will definitely get to hone his acting skills
Not to mention to generate for us new cheers and thrills!
Only two questions now take up my thinking space:
How he will find time to relax with this hectic filming pace?
And most important for my own self-serving reason
When is he ever to film “Unbound Captives” in New Zealand?
Don’t tell me that the last project is not going to fly!!
Rob, you must come down-under!! Or all Kiwi chicks will die!!
So, all good for "Water for Elephants" or monkeys or whatevers,
Just don’t neglect these chronically-deprived cougars!!
(in response to rumour of a possible new movie project whilst news of the scheduled NZ filming of “Unbound Captives” – with Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz – is nonexistent to date!! UC was to be filmed in NZ and South America at the end of 2009!!)
A potential project for our lovely dear!
“Water for Elephants” is to be made quite soon
With Sean Penn and Reese Witherspoon,
And the role our Rob will going for in that
Is possibly as “Jacob”, a young college dropout vet...
What curious circles we humans circumnavigate!
So many loop-the-loops to test and promulgate!
First, that he would be romancing the female lead character
Who, in Vanity Fair, played his Rawdy character’s mother;
Then to provide veterinary services for animals in need
When, as Edward Cullen, he hunts them for a feed!
And the werewolf his alter ego vampire is rival to
Goes by the character name of Jacob in New Moon too!
Ah, how wonderful for our guy if this news is true
And he gets cast with the talented other two!
Our Rob will definitely get to hone his acting skills
Not to mention to generate for us new cheers and thrills!
Only two questions now take up my thinking space:
How he will find time to relax with this hectic filming pace?
And most important for my own self-serving reason
When is he ever to film “Unbound Captives” in New Zealand?
Don’t tell me that the last project is not going to fly!!
Rob, you must come down-under!! Or all Kiwi chicks will die!!
So, all good for "Water for Elephants" or monkeys or whatevers,
Just don’t neglect these chronically-deprived cougars!!
(in response to rumour of a possible new movie project whilst news of the scheduled NZ filming of “Unbound Captives” – with Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz – is nonexistent to date!! UC was to be filmed in NZ and South America at the end of 2009!!)
Rob hiding in London....
Calling London, calling London!
Please get us Robert Thomas Pattinson!
Let him know we love him very much,
And we would like him to keep in touch;
That all us girls enjoyed his visits to RAoR
And would dearly love him to visit us some more;
See, most of us are slowly dying down here
Our conditions are fatally terminal, i fear...
And if he will not come and help us out
We’d be extinguished by this drawn-out drought!
SOS, calling London, calling London,
Save us, save us, dear Robert Pattinson!!
(21/01/10; reiterating response to ongoing Robdrought....)
Please get us Robert Thomas Pattinson!
Let him know we love him very much,
And we would like him to keep in touch;
That all us girls enjoyed his visits to RAoR
And would dearly love him to visit us some more;
See, most of us are slowly dying down here
Our conditions are fatally terminal, i fear...
And if he will not come and help us out
We’d be extinguished by this drawn-out drought!
SOS, calling London, calling London,
Save us, save us, dear Robert Pattinson!!
(21/01/10; reiterating response to ongoing Robdrought....)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
London-Telethon-for-Haiti Rob
Come out come out wherever you are
You know we are lurking not very far...
We are dying of thirst and hunger here
Do feed us something, Rob, there’s a dear
And really looking forward to the London telethon
Such a good deed and project, so bring it on
You know we will give you our whole support
Since you are being such a lovely sport
And know we will empty our bank accounts
And donate all our “widow’s mite” amounts
And imagine our exquisite delight and joy
If you manage the following, our precious boy:
Please wear that Stoli shirt we know you got
Sexpender pants, sexboots, cuffs....the lot
And put the cherry icing on the whole thing
By bringing out your guitar and choose to sing!!
And we swear, by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
You would raise millions for Haiti...it’s all a win!!
So, what do you say, you hunky heart and clitoral throb...
Will you feed us something, our one true Rob??
(21/01/10 in response to the drought of Robnews and Robphotos and rumour that Rob will be doing sole host duty for the London Telethon for Haiti!!)
You know we are lurking not very far...
We are dying of thirst and hunger here
Do feed us something, Rob, there’s a dear
And really looking forward to the London telethon
Such a good deed and project, so bring it on
You know we will give you our whole support
Since you are being such a lovely sport
And know we will empty our bank accounts
And donate all our “widow’s mite” amounts
And imagine our exquisite delight and joy
If you manage the following, our precious boy:
Please wear that Stoli shirt we know you got
Sexpender pants, sexboots, cuffs....the lot
And put the cherry icing on the whole thing
By bringing out your guitar and choose to sing!!
And we swear, by the hairs on your chinny chin chin
You would raise millions for Haiti...it’s all a win!!
So, what do you say, you hunky heart and clitoral throb...
Will you feed us something, our one true Rob??
(21/01/10 in response to the drought of Robnews and Robphotos and rumour that Rob will be doing sole host duty for the London Telethon for Haiti!!)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
For all the Cougars who love Rob...
Watch this gorgeous creature stalk
Lightly and lithely she forms her walk
Softly and quietly watching her prize
With sharply-focused and golden eyes
She slows her breath and lies in wait
To deliver Mother Nature’s intended fate
For every young calf and kid and pup
Knows their number will well come up
When hypnotized by the hunter’s stare
Their souls and hearts will be laid bare
And wait they must for the final lunge
When into them she will quickly plunge...
Ah, but this young buck with the shapely face
Has caught the hunter with his intent gaze
His voice rekindles and stokes the embers
Youthful dreams she no longer remembers
But now fully combusting with her inner fire
She builds him up with her consuming desire
He is mesmerized by her unwavering resolve
To utterly conjoin, to consummate, to involve
And he is quite helpless and slow to resist
He does not really want her to stop or desist
He loves how she makes him touch and feel
The breadth and depth of her mad appeal
He loves her inestimable craving and lust
She wants him because she does and must
He loves how she loves him beyond all reason
He loves that he is Robert Pattinson!
And though he has the choice of all the rest
Robert loves these cougars the very best!
Lightly and lithely she forms her walk
Softly and quietly watching her prize
With sharply-focused and golden eyes
She slows her breath and lies in wait
To deliver Mother Nature’s intended fate
For every young calf and kid and pup
Knows their number will well come up
When hypnotized by the hunter’s stare
Their souls and hearts will be laid bare
And wait they must for the final lunge
When into them she will quickly plunge...
Ah, but this young buck with the shapely face
Has caught the hunter with his intent gaze
His voice rekindles and stokes the embers
Youthful dreams she no longer remembers
But now fully combusting with her inner fire
She builds him up with her consuming desire
He is mesmerized by her unwavering resolve
To utterly conjoin, to consummate, to involve
And he is quite helpless and slow to resist
He does not really want her to stop or desist
He loves how she makes him touch and feel
The breadth and depth of her mad appeal
He loves her inestimable craving and lust
She wants him because she does and must
He loves how she loves him beyond all reason
He loves that he is Robert Pattinson!
And though he has the choice of all the rest
Robert loves these cougars the very best!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Robert, if it is not too much to ask...
Robert, if it is not too much to ask
Please let me take you to a task:
Don’t do anything reckless
or sexy or fuckhawt or feckless
for my good husband’s sake!
for my real life’s stake!
although it is well nigh impossible
for you to be but infinitely desirable
you are seen through a prejudiced lens
everything rendered to a high sensual tense
every inch of glorious young physique
imbued with a pulsating live mystique...
but have pity on my terminal condition
a feline curse past all cure or redemption
left licking sore and damaged paws
from choosing a futile and fatalistic course
no hope ever to be where you are
a nerve too close to a feat too far
but sustained by your continued breathing
and propped up while you are still living
so joyful with the reflected catharsis
of a fulfilled and awaited promise
of another chance to be young again
experience crushing love and bruising pain...
you who are living an exhilarating life
you who are causing rampant feminine strife
remember to exercise your tender mercies
for those dipped in unrequited miseries
ah, the pointed pointlessness of it all
to yearn and burn where they plunge and fall
we did not choose this way of indignity
but we submit to your appointed destiny
to flail and surrender at your feet
is the end all women now will meet
so be a gentle rain for this arid place
bestow relief with your measured grace
show us your beloved face again
lest your absence drive us all insane
we know you have a newfound pet
but she is young and she’ll keep yet
come and end this interminable drought
take some air and get around and about
but whether you come to surface soon or not
would not alter our circumstance a jot
we search the world wide web for news of you
creating multimedia works of love for you
basking in the luminosity of the life you now assert
our darling Spunk Ransom, Pattinson Robert!
Please let me take you to a task:
Don’t do anything reckless
or sexy or fuckhawt or feckless
for my good husband’s sake!
for my real life’s stake!
although it is well nigh impossible
for you to be but infinitely desirable
you are seen through a prejudiced lens
everything rendered to a high sensual tense
every inch of glorious young physique
imbued with a pulsating live mystique...
but have pity on my terminal condition
a feline curse past all cure or redemption
left licking sore and damaged paws
from choosing a futile and fatalistic course
no hope ever to be where you are
a nerve too close to a feat too far
but sustained by your continued breathing
and propped up while you are still living
so joyful with the reflected catharsis
of a fulfilled and awaited promise
of another chance to be young again
experience crushing love and bruising pain...
you who are living an exhilarating life
you who are causing rampant feminine strife
remember to exercise your tender mercies
for those dipped in unrequited miseries
ah, the pointed pointlessness of it all
to yearn and burn where they plunge and fall
we did not choose this way of indignity
but we submit to your appointed destiny
to flail and surrender at your feet
is the end all women now will meet
so be a gentle rain for this arid place
bestow relief with your measured grace
show us your beloved face again
lest your absence drive us all insane
we know you have a newfound pet
but she is young and she’ll keep yet
come and end this interminable drought
take some air and get around and about
but whether you come to surface soon or not
would not alter our circumstance a jot
we search the world wide web for news of you
creating multimedia works of love for you
basking in the luminosity of the life you now assert
our darling Spunk Ransom, Pattinson Robert!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Wish I was Kristen Stewart…
that multiply-blessed Kristen Stewart
the lucky Bella who got her Edward
the lithe American who got the Britisher
every girl and woman wants to be her
the cool human who got the hot vamp
the contender who got to be touted champ
the willing captive in the arms of young Cullen
the current love of our Robert Pattinson
no matter how one looks at the picture
she is one very fortunate and enviable creature!
just she better be good to him
just she better be true to him
else there will be hell and highwater
from every Robloving devil and sister!
wish I was young and lovely like her
wish I was besotted by him like her
wish our places would quickly invert
wish I was Kristen Stewart…
the lucky Bella who got her Edward
the lithe American who got the Britisher
every girl and woman wants to be her
the cool human who got the hot vamp
the contender who got to be touted champ
the willing captive in the arms of young Cullen
the current love of our Robert Pattinson
no matter how one looks at the picture
she is one very fortunate and enviable creature!
just she better be good to him
just she better be true to him
else there will be hell and highwater
from every Robloving devil and sister!
wish I was young and lovely like her
wish I was besotted by him like her
wish our places would quickly invert
wish I was Kristen Stewart…
Sunday, January 10, 2010
It is always he...
It is always he...
Softly slipping into my dreams
when I lay me down to sleep
moon dust tripping along moon beams
promises and rendezvous to keep
It is always he...
Easily overwhelming my reverie
as I go about my day to day
his essence in everything I do and see
all things revolve around him anyway
It is always he...
No need to enquire nor to ask
no prizes for guessing his identity
no use in taking me at all to task
for i know not how else to be
It is always he…
He of sublime form, voice and visage
Michelangelo’s evident model and muse
recipient of general tribute and homage
compliments and praises all profuse
It is always he...
Besotted of women from diverse milieu
he is their prime, their source, their reason
Rejuvenating desires, lives and loves anew
this devastating Robert Pattinson
It is always he…
Softly slipping into my dreams
when I lay me down to sleep
moon dust tripping along moon beams
promises and rendezvous to keep
It is always he...
Easily overwhelming my reverie
as I go about my day to day
his essence in everything I do and see
all things revolve around him anyway
It is always he...
No need to enquire nor to ask
no prizes for guessing his identity
no use in taking me at all to task
for i know not how else to be
It is always he…
He of sublime form, voice and visage
Michelangelo’s evident model and muse
recipient of general tribute and homage
compliments and praises all profuse
It is always he...
Besotted of women from diverse milieu
he is their prime, their source, their reason
Rejuvenating desires, lives and loves anew
this devastating Robert Pattinson
It is always he…
Friday, January 8, 2010
Rob Rhapsody in White…
He is lying upon a white-sheeted bed
His gunny arms beneath his head
Long-sleeved shirt clinging tight
Of silk and of course it’s white
Then fabulous thighs and legs following
By milky white jeans swallowing
One knee propped up like a soldier
Trying to hide his rising boner
He looks up and smiles like a smug tomcat
He’s got the cream and he’s all that
So i descend on him unwaveringly
Remove his whiteness untenderly
Off with the white socks from How To Be
Pulling down the pants hurriedly
White Fruit of the Loom manties restraining
The Holy Peen in dimensions fast gaining
Manties off and I go sit myself down gently
On his hard and urgent Arabian thoroughbred bony
We giggle and wriggle and jiggle around
i move myself slowly up and slowly down
With his large hands massaging my mammaries
the rapture invades and explodes my ovaries
now his shaft is finding its momentum
his hips are bucking in furious rhythm
till he can take the mounting tension no longer
he comes in me and he comes forever
and he whispers in his hoarse and husky voice
some ejaculatory and coital words of choice
i snuggle into his white-shirted and sweaty chest
and bite off each white button resisting arrest
then hot mouth and tongue on his erect nipples
darting them licks and sharp teeth nibbles
he sighs and turns my body around
and proceeds to take the higher ground
insinuating his resurrected and fleshy mast
into the sanctuary of my waiting a—
and once again my shining knight in white
is giving me enthusiastic backroom delight
and when he comes with resounding zest
proving once again how he’s indisputably the best…
i love my fucking Rob Rhapsody in fucking White
there is not another more alluring sight
and i swear to you, of all the damnedest things,
i fucking see him sprouting snow white wings!!
Oh, an angel he is and without any question!
Holy Seraphim, the white Robert Pattinson!
(In response to JAG posting on RAOR regarding HHH in white!! LOL)
His gunny arms beneath his head
Long-sleeved shirt clinging tight
Of silk and of course it’s white
Then fabulous thighs and legs following
By milky white jeans swallowing
One knee propped up like a soldier
Trying to hide his rising boner
He looks up and smiles like a smug tomcat
He’s got the cream and he’s all that
So i descend on him unwaveringly
Remove his whiteness untenderly
Off with the white socks from How To Be
Pulling down the pants hurriedly
White Fruit of the Loom manties restraining
The Holy Peen in dimensions fast gaining
Manties off and I go sit myself down gently
On his hard and urgent Arabian thoroughbred bony
We giggle and wriggle and jiggle around
i move myself slowly up and slowly down
With his large hands massaging my mammaries
the rapture invades and explodes my ovaries
now his shaft is finding its momentum
his hips are bucking in furious rhythm
till he can take the mounting tension no longer
he comes in me and he comes forever
and he whispers in his hoarse and husky voice
some ejaculatory and coital words of choice
i snuggle into his white-shirted and sweaty chest
and bite off each white button resisting arrest
then hot mouth and tongue on his erect nipples
darting them licks and sharp teeth nibbles
he sighs and turns my body around
and proceeds to take the higher ground
insinuating his resurrected and fleshy mast
into the sanctuary of my waiting a—
and once again my shining knight in white
is giving me enthusiastic backroom delight
and when he comes with resounding zest
proving once again how he’s indisputably the best…
i love my fucking Rob Rhapsody in fucking White
there is not another more alluring sight
and i swear to you, of all the damnedest things,
i fucking see him sprouting snow white wings!!
Oh, an angel he is and without any question!
Holy Seraphim, the white Robert Pattinson!
(In response to JAG posting on RAOR regarding HHH in white!! LOL)
Thursday, January 7, 2010
My Elvis Rob
Today is a day of days
Remembering Elvis like always
But this day brings an added treasure
Brightening up prospects without measure
For in the wake of his leaving
Some thirty long years intervening
Comes his new reincarnated form
Like a clear sky following tempestuous storm
Another gloriously-endowed person
The iridescent Robert Thomas Pattinson
Who with the same gracious humility
Good humour and charming personality
Is capturing the world’s massive heart
To embrace and take his part
Assimilating his visage and his voice
Dovetailing all options in one choice
The twin to his predecessor’s phenomenon
A talent so rare and uncommon
A second coming for those who believe
In Pattinson once again will Presley live!
Remembering Elvis like always
But this day brings an added treasure
Brightening up prospects without measure
For in the wake of his leaving
Some thirty long years intervening
Comes his new reincarnated form
Like a clear sky following tempestuous storm
Another gloriously-endowed person
The iridescent Robert Thomas Pattinson
Who with the same gracious humility
Good humour and charming personality
Is capturing the world’s massive heart
To embrace and take his part
Assimilating his visage and his voice
Dovetailing all options in one choice
The twin to his predecessor’s phenomenon
A talent so rare and uncommon
A second coming for those who believe
In Pattinson once again will Presley live!
Robert is like oxygen
He is like the oxygen in air
Enriching the vitality there
Adding to the pooled nutrients
His non-duplicable ingredients
Making the mix more enticing
Every atom and gene now splicing
Producing a unique potency
With his natural sorcery
Rendering life more luminous
Every heart more open and generous
The better to take and breathe him in
His spirit surrounding his germ within
To be the channel of his deep magic
His thespian craft and ethereal music
Weaving an unbreakable incantation
Permeating my very human condition
Needing the vital component there
He is like the oxygen in my air!
Enriching the vitality there
Adding to the pooled nutrients
His non-duplicable ingredients
Making the mix more enticing
Every atom and gene now splicing
Producing a unique potency
With his natural sorcery
Rendering life more luminous
Every heart more open and generous
The better to take and breathe him in
His spirit surrounding his germ within
To be the channel of his deep magic
His thespian craft and ethereal music
Weaving an unbreakable incantation
Permeating my very human condition
Needing the vital component there
He is like the oxygen in my air!
Another new year cometh...
Mmm, is it another new year now?
I feel another furrow upon my brow...
And how did i get to be so old so fast?
How did all those years slip un-noted past?
And while my body surrenders to gravity
And mental processes tend toward dystrophy
You remain a beacon of welcoming light
Casting off the terrors of yesternight;
Shining your sunbeams wide across the harbour
Bringing ships in for safe passage and succour
Reminder of how glorious this life can still be
While you keep streaming yourself out to sea;
And as long as you exist in this inconstant world
There remains grit and fight in this old girl
No matter what strife and presenting vicissitude
All can be parried with my bolshie attitude!
Though Life is beyond my mortal ken
And be incurably fatal for me in the end
To live while you are breathing the same oxygen
Is sufficient boon, dear Robert Thomas Pattinson...
So, be the one modeling transcendental capacity
Live brightly for yourself, reflect your glow for me!
I feel another furrow upon my brow...
And how did i get to be so old so fast?
How did all those years slip un-noted past?
And while my body surrenders to gravity
And mental processes tend toward dystrophy
You remain a beacon of welcoming light
Casting off the terrors of yesternight;
Shining your sunbeams wide across the harbour
Bringing ships in for safe passage and succour
Reminder of how glorious this life can still be
While you keep streaming yourself out to sea;
And as long as you exist in this inconstant world
There remains grit and fight in this old girl
No matter what strife and presenting vicissitude
All can be parried with my bolshie attitude!
Though Life is beyond my mortal ken
And be incurably fatal for me in the end
To live while you are breathing the same oxygen
Is sufficient boon, dear Robert Thomas Pattinson...
So, be the one modeling transcendental capacity
Live brightly for yourself, reflect your glow for me!
He lives!
Somewhere in the space of a quieter moment
When I might take myself off into a cubbyhole
Sit alone with my thoughts bobbing on idle current
And reflect upon what’s weighing down my soul
I am living a full and contented life
Not poor nor rich but keeping head above water
A devoted mother and a cherished wife
No reason to regret or rue or suffer…
So what gives?
Within the intimate contours of my soul’s domain
Is a huge carved out hollow
Echoes of a girlish dream remain
And bid me take leave and follow
My soul yearns to take a break from daily round
And soar above the normal and ordinary
Enter into a fantasy realm of sense-surround
And drown in the unbelievable space of He…
He now lives!
He is breathing and living and being
Living miracle of integrated magic and awe
He is playing and writing and singing
Pulsating heat that draws me to his core
Like a moth to the candle’s fatal fire
I am pulled to his irresistible centre
Altered high with unquenchable desire
I go unremittingly to my final surrender…
Now what gives?
He does not ask for anything from me at all
He is not aware of the consequences he created
He does not ask for any to love him or to fall
Every decision was totally self-selected
So he carries on insouciantly pure of intentions
While my soul flounders and loses its compass
I must desist and resist all open temptations
And stay, and return to where I was first
So what gives?
My soul will return to its original residence
Lodged entire within my human heart
Practice fidelity and resilience
Playing out with integrity my chosen part
I pledge allegiance to my conjugal commitment
And remember the man I do love so well
And when in some other quieter moment
I might speak from my soul again and tell…
Yes, He lives!
When I might take myself off into a cubbyhole
Sit alone with my thoughts bobbing on idle current
And reflect upon what’s weighing down my soul
I am living a full and contented life
Not poor nor rich but keeping head above water
A devoted mother and a cherished wife
No reason to regret or rue or suffer…
So what gives?
Within the intimate contours of my soul’s domain
Is a huge carved out hollow
Echoes of a girlish dream remain
And bid me take leave and follow
My soul yearns to take a break from daily round
And soar above the normal and ordinary
Enter into a fantasy realm of sense-surround
And drown in the unbelievable space of He…
He now lives!
He is breathing and living and being
Living miracle of integrated magic and awe
He is playing and writing and singing
Pulsating heat that draws me to his core
Like a moth to the candle’s fatal fire
I am pulled to his irresistible centre
Altered high with unquenchable desire
I go unremittingly to my final surrender…
Now what gives?
He does not ask for anything from me at all
He is not aware of the consequences he created
He does not ask for any to love him or to fall
Every decision was totally self-selected
So he carries on insouciantly pure of intentions
While my soul flounders and loses its compass
I must desist and resist all open temptations
And stay, and return to where I was first
So what gives?
My soul will return to its original residence
Lodged entire within my human heart
Practice fidelity and resilience
Playing out with integrity my chosen part
I pledge allegiance to my conjugal commitment
And remember the man I do love so well
And when in some other quieter moment
I might speak from my soul again and tell…
Yes, He lives!
Ass candy Rob
Ass candy on our Rob Patty
So sweet but not too fatty
Embellishing his lovely rear
Suggestive through denim gear
Saggy pants rendering candy out of sight
Or presenting roundly in ones too tight
Whether he is riding free commando
Or allowing inner manties for to show
Peekings of the dividing crack
Invite abuse with a strategic smack
Seeing his butt candy displayed for show
Brings out every woman’s inner ho
And watching it go with him out of sight
Is all kinds of pornographic delight
So tantalising and pervy yummy
Exquisite oral joy and gin rummy!
Here’s hoping he will come around
And his ass not be trouser-bound
And make for faints and the swoons
At the sight of twin Rob-moons!
(Inspired by JAG's posting on RAoR of Rob-asscandy, lol)
So sweet but not too fatty
Embellishing his lovely rear
Suggestive through denim gear
Saggy pants rendering candy out of sight
Or presenting roundly in ones too tight
Whether he is riding free commando
Or allowing inner manties for to show
Peekings of the dividing crack
Invite abuse with a strategic smack
Seeing his butt candy displayed for show
Brings out every woman’s inner ho
And watching it go with him out of sight
Is all kinds of pornographic delight
So tantalising and pervy yummy
Exquisite oral joy and gin rummy!
Here’s hoping he will come around
And his ass not be trouser-bound
And make for faints and the swoons
At the sight of twin Rob-moons!
(Inspired by JAG's posting on RAoR of Rob-asscandy, lol)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
He lives!
Somewhere in the space of a quieter moment
When I might take myself off into a cubbyhole
Sit alone with my thoughts bobbing on idle current
And reflect upon what’s weighing down my soul
I am living a full and contented life
Not poor nor rich but keeping head above water
A devoted mother and a cherished wife
No reason to regret or rue or suffer…
So what gives?
Within the intimate contours of my soul’s domain
Is a huge carved out hollow
Echoes of a girlish dream remain
And bid me take leave and follow
My soul yearns to take a break from daily round
And soar above the normal and ordinary
Enter into a fantasy realm of sense-surround
And drown in the unbelievable space of He…
He now lives!
He is breathing and living and being
Living miracle of integrated magic and awe
He is playing and writing and singing
Pulsating heat that draws me to his core
Like a moth to the candle’s fatal fire
I am pulled to his irresistible centre
Altered high with unquenchable desire
I go unremittingly to my final surrender…
Now what gives?
He does not ask for anything from me at all
He is not aware of the consequences he created
He does not ask for any to love him or to fall
Every decision was totally self-selected
So he carries on insouciantly pure of intentions
While my soul flounders and loses its compass
I must desist and resist all open temptations
And stay, and return to where I was first
So what gives?
My soul will return to its original residence
Lodged entire within my human heart
Practice fidelity and resilience
Playing out with integrity my chosen part
I pledge allegiance to my conjugal commitment
And remember the man I do love so well
And when in some other quieter moment
I might speak from my soul again and tell…
Yes, He lives!
When I might take myself off into a cubbyhole
Sit alone with my thoughts bobbing on idle current
And reflect upon what’s weighing down my soul
I am living a full and contented life
Not poor nor rich but keeping head above water
A devoted mother and a cherished wife
No reason to regret or rue or suffer…
So what gives?
Within the intimate contours of my soul’s domain
Is a huge carved out hollow
Echoes of a girlish dream remain
And bid me take leave and follow
My soul yearns to take a break from daily round
And soar above the normal and ordinary
Enter into a fantasy realm of sense-surround
And drown in the unbelievable space of He…
He now lives!
He is breathing and living and being
Living miracle of integrated magic and awe
He is playing and writing and singing
Pulsating heat that draws me to his core
Like a moth to the candle’s fatal fire
I am pulled to his irresistible centre
Altered high with unquenchable desire
I go unremittingly to my final surrender…
Now what gives?
He does not ask for anything from me at all
He is not aware of the consequences he created
He does not ask for any to love him or to fall
Every decision was totally self-selected
So he carries on insouciantly pure of intentions
While my soul flounders and loses its compass
I must desist and resist all open temptations
And stay, and return to where I was first
So what gives?
My soul will return to its original residence
Lodged entire within my human heart
Practice fidelity and resilience
Playing out with integrity my chosen part
I pledge allegiance to my conjugal commitment
And remember the man I do love so well
And when in some other quieter moment
I might speak from my soul again and tell…
Yes, He lives!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
God must be a Woman indeed!!
Well, the truth came on like the proverbial light
It was first totally absurd, then so absolutely right
The idea was a provocative but accurate lead:
If God made Robert, She must be a Woman indeed!!
Consider the meticulous care and perfect details made
To create this Rob from tippy toes to tousled head:
His perfect but endearing lopsided asymmetry
Channeling cute baby giraffe in palsy-walsy...
His well-formed legs, his calves and thighs
Supporting sperm dispenser of speculative size
A well-built but not overly bulky torso
The enticing happy man-trail we do love so...
And those adorable fingers, hands and arms
He points and gestures, hugs and charms
The broadened shoulders and that sexy back
In adolescent slouch or in tall man’s slack...
And the neck with its tendons teasingly visible
The super-sternal notch, his sweet little clavicle
And the ears, jawline and his glorious face…
Hail, Holy Mother God, so full of Grace!
You knew the lecherous thoughts he can elicit
With those eyes: so blue, so grey, so exquisite!
And his eyebrows, both bushy and expressive
And his hair, bed-tangled and erotically suggestive...
His voice, a heavenly gift and an angel’s legacy
He sings with heart-breaking verve and potency
Dear God, I humbly beg you to forgive this sinner,
How could I have not known your true gender?
Rob is every woman’s walking orgasmic climax;
No exaggerations here, for facts are facts!
This is my enlightened new mantra and creed
You are Woman, and a generous God indeed!
So praise the Holy Dame for Her Divine doting creation,
Hallelujah and thank God for Robert Pattinson!
(created with joy, on being tipped off by torontotwicat @ RAoR, 6/1/10)
It was first totally absurd, then so absolutely right
The idea was a provocative but accurate lead:
If God made Robert, She must be a Woman indeed!!
Consider the meticulous care and perfect details made
To create this Rob from tippy toes to tousled head:
His perfect but endearing lopsided asymmetry
Channeling cute baby giraffe in palsy-walsy...
His well-formed legs, his calves and thighs
Supporting sperm dispenser of speculative size
A well-built but not overly bulky torso
The enticing happy man-trail we do love so...
And those adorable fingers, hands and arms
He points and gestures, hugs and charms
The broadened shoulders and that sexy back
In adolescent slouch or in tall man’s slack...
And the neck with its tendons teasingly visible
The super-sternal notch, his sweet little clavicle
And the ears, jawline and his glorious face…
Hail, Holy Mother God, so full of Grace!
You knew the lecherous thoughts he can elicit
With those eyes: so blue, so grey, so exquisite!
And his eyebrows, both bushy and expressive
And his hair, bed-tangled and erotically suggestive...
His voice, a heavenly gift and an angel’s legacy
He sings with heart-breaking verve and potency
Dear God, I humbly beg you to forgive this sinner,
How could I have not known your true gender?
Rob is every woman’s walking orgasmic climax;
No exaggerations here, for facts are facts!
This is my enlightened new mantra and creed
You are Woman, and a generous God indeed!
So praise the Holy Dame for Her Divine doting creation,
Hallelujah and thank God for Robert Pattinson!
(created with joy, on being tipped off by torontotwicat @ RAoR, 6/1/10)
Why Rob loves to google himself…
Because he knows of the fevered activity
Throughout the cyber-community
Everyone pimping and peddling his ass
Rob-merchandising hard and fast
So he thinks he might have a google
Perhaps to share a laugh, a snort or giggle
He cannot but be overwhelmed indeed
At the scale of the interest and the need
How they all fancy, covet and obsess
How they are all driven to own and possess
Every snippet about his life and days
Every little gesture and word he says
And if a thousand words are a picture’s value
Then the enormous numbers of him that they do
Must be equivalent to gazillions of books
Describing his history, voice, movies and looks
There is over much there and entries a-plenty
He is glad he does not buy his own publicity
So although his appeal is beyond his reason
He is very happy he is Robert Pattinson
For there is not enough love in the universe
And to wish for less is just plain perverse
So he resigns himself to his patent destiny
To ride this wave with grace and humility
And when he sleeps, no new dreams intrude
In truth, he’s living them all, the blessed dude!
So, Rob loves to google himself now and then
To remind himself he is the luckiest of men!
(written in response to JAG's new post on RAoR)
Throughout the cyber-community
Everyone pimping and peddling his ass
Rob-merchandising hard and fast
So he thinks he might have a google
Perhaps to share a laugh, a snort or giggle
He cannot but be overwhelmed indeed
At the scale of the interest and the need
How they all fancy, covet and obsess
How they are all driven to own and possess
Every snippet about his life and days
Every little gesture and word he says
And if a thousand words are a picture’s value
Then the enormous numbers of him that they do
Must be equivalent to gazillions of books
Describing his history, voice, movies and looks
There is over much there and entries a-plenty
He is glad he does not buy his own publicity
So although his appeal is beyond his reason
He is very happy he is Robert Pattinson
For there is not enough love in the universe
And to wish for less is just plain perverse
So he resigns himself to his patent destiny
To ride this wave with grace and humility
And when he sleeps, no new dreams intrude
In truth, he’s living them all, the blessed dude!
So, Rob loves to google himself now and then
To remind himself he is the luckiest of men!
(written in response to JAG's new post on RAoR)
Ramblings to Elvis4Scilla on 25/12/09
Hi elvis4scilla, your Elvis sounds like the man!
one who can laugh, give stick and understand
the nature of your Robperving love and desire
and not be a poopy wife-fantasies denier!!
am totes intrigued by your name as above
are we both linked by the men that we love?
i have been an Elvis fan for as long as i remember
and Rob is my reincarnated Elvis, my new life saver!
hubby appreciates the crazy and addictive woman
who adores both Elvis and Robert Pattinson
we both love vampire movies too
he is my own dream come true!
your Elvis sounds like such a postiive fella
well done, you deserve each other!
do come back and play later after you come, scilla!
ciao bella!
one who can laugh, give stick and understand
the nature of your Robperving love and desire
and not be a poopy wife-fantasies denier!!
am totes intrigued by your name as above
are we both linked by the men that we love?
i have been an Elvis fan for as long as i remember
and Rob is my reincarnated Elvis, my new life saver!
hubby appreciates the crazy and addictive woman
who adores both Elvis and Robert Pattinson
we both love vampire movies too
he is my own dream come true!
your Elvis sounds like such a postiive fella
well done, you deserve each other!
do come back and play later after you come, scilla!
ciao bella!
Ramblings on 5/1/10
wow, you guys are something else altogether
nobody can fill a cyberpage up faster
every time i sign on here to read
posts have been added screed on screed
what is happening in your RL worlds
with the collective absences of you girls?
JAG, this was a hilarious offering
the three way is a great option for peace-keeping
and what is this new fandangled game
and what is the requisites for a stripper name?
love the idea of buying the Pattinsons a bunch
what a clever idea and flowery hunch!
can i please add my name to the honor roll?
and give me the address to send my toll!
there is no end to all your cleverness
your imagination and hot Rob-perviness
that is why i love you all resoundingly
such delightfully sinful and demented company!
nobody can fill a cyberpage up faster
every time i sign on here to read
posts have been added screed on screed
what is happening in your RL worlds
with the collective absences of you girls?
JAG, this was a hilarious offering
the three way is a great option for peace-keeping
and what is this new fandangled game
and what is the requisites for a stripper name?
love the idea of buying the Pattinsons a bunch
what a clever idea and flowery hunch!
can i please add my name to the honor roll?
and give me the address to send my toll!
there is no end to all your cleverness
your imagination and hot Rob-perviness
that is why i love you all resoundingly
such delightfully sinful and demented company!
To our delightful Mom and Dad Pattinson:
We wanted to offer our heartfelt appreciations
For that magical time of your amorous intentions,
When you decided on uninhibited loving congress
Thus creating this being resembling Nature’s best!
Your son, the crazy-talented young Robert Thomas
Remains a source of constant joy and delight for us;
He is the gorgeous grist for our collective mill,
We remain entertained, beguiled and devoted still!
You have reared, fostered and loved him so well;
His grace, humility and good humour of that do tell;
So we respectfully salute and put hands together for you,
Thanks for so completely making our fantasies come true!
We wish to convey our gratitude with these humble flowers:
May your lives be as happy and fulfilled as Rob has made ours!
Happy New Year and may you have many more,
From all the Rob-angels and Pattin-saints at RaoR!
For that magical time of your amorous intentions,
When you decided on uninhibited loving congress
Thus creating this being resembling Nature’s best!
Your son, the crazy-talented young Robert Thomas
Remains a source of constant joy and delight for us;
He is the gorgeous grist for our collective mill,
We remain entertained, beguiled and devoted still!
You have reared, fostered and loved him so well;
His grace, humility and good humour of that do tell;
So we respectfully salute and put hands together for you,
Thanks for so completely making our fantasies come true!
We wish to convey our gratitude with these humble flowers:
May your lives be as happy and fulfilled as Rob has made ours!
Happy New Year and may you have many more,
From all the Rob-angels and Pattin-saints at RaoR!
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