Ooh baby, I adore your look
Dontcha know my heart you took?
No more the geeky kid in school
Now you make grown women drool.
Tall, broad, manly and virile
You melt my bones with just a smile
Just look in the mirror, honeybun
It's gorgeous Robert Pattinson.
The camera loves you, it tells no lies
Across the world is the sound of sighs
You light up the screen in every shot
Don't you realise you're fuckin' hot?
Do you care? Not a hoot
Casual gear or in a suit
As long as your work is 100%
You'll stay a modest English gent!
Friday, 4 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
AN ODE TO THE STOLI
I feel long fingers unwrap my fold
At last my story will be told
Too long I've stayed packed up tight
On a shelf and out of sight.
I need a guy, one who's broad
To cut a pose and strike a chord.
Rob fits the bill, he fills me out
He'll take me places, without a doubt.
I'm in a pub with music blaring
So many eyes on me their staring
Much admired, I've hit paydirt
Tom says “what a fucking great shirt!
I'm grey and my name is Stolichnaya
I'm a cool dude, a bit of a player
A party animal, vodka's my tipple
I feel some soaking into Rob's nipple.
Beer is flowing, some down me
By the taste, it's Bud I see
Cigarette ash, too late a hole
Careful Rob, I have a soul!
Wee small hours, I'm on the floor
Feeling tired, stretched and sore
But boy it was a bloody good night
All that booze, no wonder I'm tight.
Weeks go by, I'm borrowed by Tom
Then Rob takes me to see his mom
I can tell by her eyes that she's aghast
If she only knew about my past.
I'm being caressed, is this the end?
No, mum's sewing and I'm on the mend
No more holes, but then I pout
Oh god, Rob's stopped at an In N' Out.
As the months lengthen, the stitches rip
But I wouldn't have missed this ride, this trip
I may be wrinkled, I may be worn
But I'm in his suitcase on Breaking Dawn.
No longer seen, I'm kept by Kristen
It's the sentiment, she's insisting
So when it's cold I keep her snug
Living out my years in Rob's hug.
Sunday, 30 January 2011
A Bod for Sin
Midnight blue
Looks good on you
Matching your eyes
Matching my sighs.
Looking so cute
In that Gucci suit
Strong and tall
I just want it all
The eyebrows raised
Makes me half-crazed
The full blown grin
Bod made for sin.
Why do I love you
What do you do
You're captivating
And so stimulating
I'm blown away
Night and day
Beautiful guy
Making me high.
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Next Morning
Feathers there
In my hair
Body bare
Do I care?
Outfit tore
Feeling sore
Wanting more
I implore
Hard and cold
Broke the mold
Heart is sold
Making bold.
He is pissed
Don't desist
I insist
Wanna be kissed.
Now Im pissed
Wanna list?
Of being kissed
By you I've missed.
Now a smile
To beguile
Take a while
Kiss that smile.
We'll endeavour
Bond wont sever
Leaving never
Loving forever.
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Waiting For April
Robert Thomas, what am I gonna do?
I'm afraid I'm sorta in love with you
Lookin' at me all sexy and hot
Makin' me wish for more than I got
April's so far, what's a girl to do?
Going outta my mind from missing you.
Robert Thomas I'm dreamin' of the day
“Water for Elephants” I'll say and pay
Sittin' down in a cocoon of black
Anticipatin' my pulse comin' back
The screen goes bright, the music soars
The circus is here, applause, applause.
Robert Thomas sadly I'm awaitin'
All this time till April I'm ahatin'
In Baton Rouge you're hidden away
No sight or sound all the long day
I gotta tell you I miss you hon
But I'll bide my time till April's come.
Monday, 24 January 2011
A Beautiful Man
The jawline so masculine, strong and bold
The delight of women since days of old
The soft supple lips, the long eyelashes
With just a gaze and your heartbeat crashes.
A wide forehead over darkened brows
Blue eyes sharing all that beauty allows
A broad nose to show that he has a flaw
Just accentuates his masculinity even more
Tall, broad shouldered, a touch of swagger
You catch your breath, your footsteps stagger
He smiles and angels beat their wings
Marvelling at the amazing sight he brings.
His voice like velvet, says your name
You melt at the sound, your heart's aflame
His fingers reach and caress your cheek
His soft breath murmers “no, don't speak”
His look of love holds you spellbound
Blinding you to all sight and sound
As his lips descend and find your own
Please don't wake up, you softly moan.
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