“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.

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The Art of Romance. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Vocals: Mr. Eric Benét