Sunday, 30 January 2011
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.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Heaven Sent
His smile tugs at my heartstrings
With a longing that never goes away
He smiles and just for a moment
I hold my breath and pray.
Is he from earthly origin
Or carved by angels above
Somehow I think it's the angels
Who made him out of love.
That perfect precision jawline
With two sparkling blue eyes
Soft lips waiting to be kissed
It's no wonder I idolise.
They added a sense of humour
With modesty thrown in
A huge amount of sex appeal
And just a touch of sin.
The angels looked and understood
They hatched a cunning plan
To help womanhood all over the world
They made this stunning man.
Now when the day is overcast
Or I'm getting some crap in my job
I just take a moment to stop and stare
At beautiful smiling Rob.
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
BECAUSE OF YOU
Rain lashed mornings make me reflective
pondering on the what if's and might have beens
where have all the years gone?
images dance round and round of past remembered scenes
raindrops trickle down the window
a slalom contest on who will reach the sill first
life has a way of racing ahead
the quest for knowledge a long never ending thirst
stormy days make me forlorn
the skies mirror my mood of gloom in black and grey
i rest my forehead against the glass
watching people scurry at the end of a busy day
maybe if i'd changed my path
somewhere along the road altered my point of view
would i still be here, wondering
would the thoughts inside my head still be of you?
I turn around and cast a glance
at the photograph i have of you beside my bed
your smiling face stares back at me
my downcast mood now barely hanging by a thread
a shaft of light pierces the gloom
the sun chasing the clouds from her domain
i lean back, arms folded in submission
when she shines, i cannot best her at this game.
I chuckle at my predicament
caught dead centre of two similar styles
the celestial glow from high in the sky
and the sunshine of your beautiful smile.
Joy bubbles up within me
impossible to keep my mood in downcast shades of grey
your eyes follow me as i stretch and grin
i know because of you, it'll always be another beautiful day.
Golden Globes 2011
The dying throes of the sun glinted off his sunglasses
Buttoning his jacket he stepped out of the car
In midnight blue tux that enhanced the colour of his eyes
He was without doubt the best dressed man by far.
He strode out onto the red carpet, Dean close by his side
The flash of cameras lighting his dark red hair
He stood tall, slim and elegant, a sexy smile upon his face
The fans with a collective sigh could only stop and stare.
Stopping at intervals to answer interviewers questions
Always charming with that kilowatt smile
He moved with grace, flair and an effortless ease
Standing out with his exquisite style.
At last standing next to Olivia in her princess gown
He delivered his lines with confidence and panache
His duties done, he quietly left the awards
To attend the grand after party bash
.
I watched all this happen from my living room chair
I watched with my heart full of pride
Never had he looked more stunning and hot
And my grin was a mile wide.
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