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...)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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)
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!)
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!)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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…
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…
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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!)
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!)
Friday, February 19, 2010
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!!)
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!!)
Happy RAoR anniversary to JAG!
Oh JAG, shivering timbers on a jiggling tree!
i have missed out on the first RAoR anniversary!
Happy Happy commemorations and joyous jublilations
On one of the worldwideweb's awesomest user creations!
You are one wonderful internet hostess miss
providing this safe place for Robperving bliss,
May your site be ever prosperous and jizzilicious
May HHH come soon and visit, my precious!
Thanks for your welcoming oasis and santuary
Just A Girl, from Just A Me!
<3 you, love you, thank you!
i have missed out on the first RAoR anniversary!
Happy Happy commemorations and joyous jublilations
On one of the worldwideweb's awesomest user creations!
You are one wonderful internet hostess miss
providing this safe place for Robperving bliss,
May your site be ever prosperous and jizzilicious
May HHH come soon and visit, my precious!
Thanks for your welcoming oasis and santuary
Just A Girl, from Just A Me!
<3 you, love you, thank you!
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