Monthly Archives: June 2012

(Rated Rg2: For Mature Audiences)

“The Vanishing Sheets”

I’m feeling you, woman, I don’t give a damn who knows
unless your mother is reading this, I suppose
it would behoove me to temper my testosterone
just long enough until I may have you alone

There’s a fallacy about men that women tend to harbor:
Each man is skinweak to either buy, trade or barter
morality surrendered to anatomical pleasings
and wholly susceptible to another woman’s teasings

I’m human, no doubt, but of the two heads
in my possession the smarter is the one that has said
over and over be wise with her love
fend off her worries, fulfill what she’s dreamed of

Place your hand on my chest, absorb the lovebeats
ecstasy isn’t necessarily between the sheets
I’ll pour the Riesling to put you at ease
your pent-up frustrations I intend to appease

You have fun with your girlfriends, enjoy hangin’ out
while summertime intimacy is unspoken about
picnics at sunset, soft jazz by the bay
thoughts of our romance just won’t go astray

Catalina awaits, we’ll take an undersea tour
your company’s much more than a bliss du jour
Ever walk on white sands, fresh abalone to taste?
hand-holding and tide-watching, we’ll keep this chaste

Until nightfall beckons and the Isleys begin crooning
the pillows invite sweet-talk and your craving for spooning
but be mindful of what you start, don’t engender my passion
lest my body transform into a pampering bastion

Primal become my urges, but I told you so
and you’re sensually moving to my rhythm and flow
It’s too hot for the sheets, the soundtrack’s on replay
the testosterone is unleashed on this Pamper-Her-Friday.

***
Her summer pampering in effect. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

South Beach–12:09 a.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

To the victor go the spoils, so written is the fable
but what good is a championship when the home is unstable?
“. . . not five, not six, not seven . . .” his boast
a metaphor for the years by his side they will toast

Champagne in her honor, the engagement’s been set
Sweethearts from high school, a blessing they met
LeBron Jr. and Bryce Maximus–so proud of their dad
his critics are vanquished, no longer are they sad

Beknighted by struggle, he’s earned his medals
Now, at her feet, he will sprinkle rose petals
His bejeweled ring is fitted, reflecting the sparkle of her eyes
She uplifted him: “The naysayers will say their goodbyes . . .

“. . . stay strong, love, believe me, your time will come . . .
“humility, hard work–baby, I know where you’re from”
All he’s ever wanted was a team as brotherhood
Though scores of others may have misunderstood

A wisdom few knew would inform his ‘Decision’
and Pat Riley perceived their shared premonition
“If you’re in, I’m in,” agreed D-Wade and Bosh
Talent migration to South Beach, where the living is posh

But Hollywood he is not, his feet firmly in the earth
Family and true friendships the source of his mirth
But, of course, what is a king alone on his throne?
Companionship is crucial, lest he bemoan

There’s a queen in his court, Savannah’s her name
A Camelot of their own, on the order of King James
The ring is the thing, perhaps even the bling
But hallowed is the coronation of this particular king

He’s reached the summit with someone special by his side
By a higher romance they’ve promised to abide
The crown is fitted, no more dues to pay
The prettiest jewel is in his arm on this Pamper-Her-Friday.

***
LeBron & Savannah: A Camelot Romance. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Come Here, Femme-Fatale”

I like my woman feminine
especially in the lap of summer,
A warrioress you need not be,
so please step off the Hummer

You’re not faint of heart nor weak of mind
but no need to impress,
For supremely confident is the woman
who smoothly dons the dress

Ever heard of the ‘Iron Lady,’
Britain’s Margaret Thatcher?
Or the room-arresting femininity
of a Lady Michelle’s stature?

You run the world, it’s common knowledge
so softly use your wiles,
A hint of shoulder, two-quarters of leg
mythologize your styles

In every man lives quiet desperation
to be undisputed king,
Two village chiefs will only lock horns
But ironically here’s the thing:

You’re tired of being ambitious
independence has rather worn thin,
The various ways I can soothe your duress
a massage is where I’ll begin

Everything seems all about money
either sell or be sold to,
You need a break from the perpetual headache,
an enchanting summer for two

The floral wrap encasing your waist
the split along your thigh,
You’ve turned the table exquisitely:
YOU’RE the substance of MY sigh

Your warrioress still lurks within
she need not go away,
But I’m summoning your inner femme-fatale
to appear this Pamper-Her-Friday

And augur a summer like no other
our ecstasy; agony sans,
Your femininity has me at your pleasure
awaiting our summer’s romance.

***
The Art of Romance. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Vocals: Mr. Eric Benét

“Bringing the News for You, Love”

Tell me, have you heard the latest news, Love?
It may be the most outrageous you’ve ever heard of
A poll was taken about the romance of American women
The stats may be the most unbelievable ever given

“U.S. Women: The Most Unkissed, Unheld on the Planet”
Facts apparently corroborated from Halle to Janet
It’s unfortunate no one bothered to interview me
For there’s a woman in the country who certainly wouldn’t agree

You slept in my arms like an angel last night
Countless kisses astride your face as if I had divine right
And the thorough body massage certainly didn’t hurt
Any mention of dissatisfaction I was determined to avert

Then daybreak ushered your reluctant escape
But I captured your nightbreaths on digital tape
For your replay as forecast for what’s in store
A majestic summer romance with joy at its core

Believe not what you read and half what you see
I’m tossing the paper while on bended knee
Those stats mean nothing, we’ll have our say
For our summer romance begins this Pamper-Her-Friday.

***
Pamper the woman and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Music: The gifted Mr. Eric Benét

“Um . . . Are You Married?”

Pardon me, Miss, but are you married? What a coincidence, neither am I
And if you’re amenable to an interview, I would love to apply,
I’ve always considered the coming-together a lovely institution
If only I could get beyond my inner revolution,

This reluctant playboy’s fighting his devoted monogamist
Teeming with ideas for an idyllic summer tryst,
Extending from June to the greeting of September
We’ll photograph our sandcastles to help us remember,

A summer romance has chosen us for its story
Acoustic guitar serenades and scents of morning glory,
Kayaking on the lake, a Montego Bay getaway
Gretchen live by starlight and dare might I say,

A Vegas run for spontaneous fun, Martini picnics for two
The stresses of our 9-to-fives we’ll gladly bid adieu,
Twin mountain bikes for floral hikes, skiing on the jets
Sand volleyball, winner takes all, I’m putting up the nets,

How’s your cardio? Got B-ball skills? Let’s get you on the court
I’ll play you close in the low post for a mental scouting report,
No hand-checking me, woman, or else you’ll be in trouble
I messed around last Friday and hit a quadruple-double:

24 points, 12 rebounds, 11 steals, 10 kisses along your neck
The fouls you give are more akin to an erotic body trek,
Sweatin’ you and wettin’ you, it’s gettin’ hot and heavy
Diversifying my sensual skills, for you deserve a bevy,

We share a yen for luscious foods, how ’bout a friendly competition?
I’ll take the wok, you take the grill, we’ll sample our renditions,
Curries of Thai, Hawaiian fresh, and southern comfort fusion
You’re licking your lips at my seared salmon curry, was there
ever any illusion?

Ahh yeah, girl, I’ve got a few gifts, on which you shouldn’t sleep
I’m taking liberties my feelings for you, the sakes of which you’ll keep,
Summerlong and long thereafter our lives will be enhanced
Pamper-Her-Friday shall be the theme of our magical summer romance,

Oh, by the way, did I ask if you’re married?
Coincidentally neither am I,
Strike the dates of other interview candidates
Tell them, ‘You need not apply.’

***
The art of a summer romance. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®