“A Suite Night”

. . . no, I don’t harbor any gynecological fetishes, woman
Well, not that I’m aware,
but if I should probe, I’m starting with your earlobe
I suggest you tie up your hair,

Seven whole days without a touch from you
and you’re just short of an addiction,
We’ve got some nights-long making up to do
and I’m accepting no bodily restrictions,

I made money on Monday, some investments on Wednesday
and stowed away a considerable percent,
Our suite awaits at the Cove at Glenbay
endless champagne by shareholder consent

Why don’t you open the Victoria’s Secret box
while I put Jeffrey and Kem on the Bose,
A no-disturb policy ensures nobody knocks
It’s private pampering time, and no one else knows,

Let’s start you with a Cleopatra milk bath, petals afloat
and a gentle, symphonic rinse,
cradled in my arms your body I will tote
as I take in the essential oil scents,

How’s that? And this? And what about there?
I can feel your clavicle tension,
Alright, now turn over so I can begin your back
and by all means don’t fail to mention,

What it is or where it is along your skinscape
you need me to emphasize,
You like the art of my leg-length kneading
And on the other you’d love a reprise?

I’ve never been much of a ‘Yes’ man, woman
But I guess in this instance I’m human,
Who was it that said, ‘If you can’t stand the heat,
get out of the suite’ . . . wasn’t it President Truman?

Oh, so you laugh at my political humor
and you’ve gone from groan to moan,
My technique on your physique may be cause for rumor
But you’d much prefer that I hone,

My pampering talents of surgical precision
from your toes to your fingertips,
Now turn over, that I may continue my pampering mission
beginning at your sweet lips . . . .

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Pamper the woman and forever yours is her summer’s romance. -Rg2

© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®