(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.

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Her summer pampering in effect. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®