On second thought, my creative actions will speak more persuasively than words,
Come stand next to me by the window
and have a gander at the skybirds

Yes, they’re on their southward migration
having made plans for the winter,
I took a cue from their foresight
and to you shall I render

An autumn kiss for Sunday evening bliss
but that’s only the start,
I need you to disrobe your tender limbs
and bare all dermal parts

It’s time for luxo-hydro therapy
infused with subtle aromatics,
I’m ready for some touchy-feely comedy
and take-our-time sexual dramatics

So you were disaffected by Barack’s debate performance?
No worries, he’ll turn it around,
Now focus on what I’m bringing to the stage tonight
’cause, woman, it’s about to go down

Dip, easy, toe first, Love,
Tell me, how does that feel?
Let’s submerge just a little bit lower
and don’t withhold your inner zeal

Because try, try, and try as you might
never could you conceal,
Your body cannot hide the truth
For I’m the healer of its ills

Gaze into the flames for a moment
and share with me what you see,
A simple fire under containment?
Or do your autumn emotions run free?

Forgive my hands and fingers, babygirl,
they’ve a mind of their own,
Oh, you like it there . . . what about there?
Careful, I might awaken an ero-zone

Wait a moment now, woman, this is
suppose to be Sunday evening therapy,
I simply wanted to relax you
But, Mmm, how you take care of me

What is it? You wish tomorrow wasn’t
a back-to-work day?
I feel you, but there’s a silver lining:
Next Pamper-Her-Friday . . . .