Tink's Special Night

The room is hazy, I can hear music playing
Marcus is fooling; can't hear what he's saying
Then I hear a sound I recognise so well
I refuse to believe what's as clear as a bell
Of it's own accord my head swivels round
To the sweet music of that beautiful sound
Of Rob's laughter floating round the room
My mouth dries up as my heart goes boom
He is at the bar and he's paying the bill
My feet cement-like, I'm standing so still
Kristen is by him; he pulls her in close
To kiss her forehead; god, heart is toast
He whispers words against her mouth
Coherency loses as my brain heads South
Then his tall glorious self leans down for the kill
It happens in slow motion as he takes his fill
Of Kristen's pert mouth he kisses and sucks
And all I can think of is Sweet Holy Fuck
As I watch it unfold over Marcus' shoulder
Real Rob in action; his sweet sexy smoulder
Then I blink and they're sauntering past with a grin
At Marcus' antics and the room starts to spin
Then he's out the door with his arm round his girl
My jaw snaps shut as the room starts to whirl
The energy leaves with the bang of the door
And it's all I can do not to fall to the floor
Had I really witnessed this surreal distraction
With the King of Forehead Kissers in action?
For the rest of the night I just floated on high
As I replayed the night RealRob made me sigh
The memory is forever seared in my brain
Embedded in my heart forever to remain ♥

The Nape of his Neck.

His nape so soft and tender and warm
Draws your hands to feel and to form
His hair beneath your fingers to trap
As you trace each strand like a well worn map
To feel tense muscles underneath
As he bows his head; your mouth to meet
You cant resist, your fingers follow
Unbidden to find that little hollow
At the base, that spot just where it dips
That special place made for your lips
For now, your hands move through his hair
And you're lost in the moment, without a care.
You want to capture this sensation and linger
At the ecstacy of his pulse through your finger. ♥

Parisian Bliss.

Long of body
Broad of back
Muscles moving
In the sack
Moaning heard
Softly low
Thrusting hard
Moving slow
Straining shoulders
Dimpled ass
Other lovers
He'll surpass
Hovers gently
Leaning in
Tasting  lips
Tongue within
Sensual nights
Parisian bliss
Just one more
Slow French kiss? ♥

Bel Ami

Your arrogant sneer made me shiver
Your seductive smile made me swoon
Sitting in the dark in my cinema seat
It was just you and I in the room.

You brought to life this bounder, this rake
With a precision for all to see
With nothing to show but a beautiful face
The story of Georges came to be.

He manipulated, using his wiles with ease
Your portrayal of this was perfection
Your seduction technique of poor Virginie
Had me moaning aloud, without question.

Staring in a mirror with a smirk on your lips
Brought an answering smile to my face
The sensual pull on your smoking cigar
Is a sight I could never erase.

Bel Ami held me from beginning to end
I couldn't fail to love you in this
Playing a lothario you're willing to win
Every plan, every touch, every kiss. ♥