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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 141: ‘Romance for the Holidays’ by Rg2 (2)

Fall in Rouge, Calif.–Nightfall, Pamper-Her-Friday:

“The New, Romantic Holiday”

We thanksgave, didn’t we, Love?
I don’t believe we left anything on the table
I suggest we christen a new holiday:
ThanksPampering . . . and we’ll trademark the label,

Yes, I’m at it again, aren’t I?
My mind’s in perpetual idea mode
If you consider my culinary skills an act of heart-wooing
Your affections tell me you’re sold,

They say a man gifted in the art of cooking
is never at a loss for a woman’s company
Because she has two palates that need satiating:
Physical/Emotional appetites–part of the summary,

I’ve written down like a generations-long recipe
What it is both your heart and mind require
You want to be pampered during these holidays
and I so abundantly possess the desire,

Did you awaken to sweet thoughts this morning?
I left an autumn note at the edge of your bed
Buried beneath fragrant leaves from your favorite season
Symbolism of what needn’t be said,

Tonight we’ll go easy, put your feet up
I’m making hot tea with a chase of brandywine
You wanna cuddle with a movie by the fireplace?
It’s ThanksPampering and, woman, you’re mine. All mine.


The holiday pampering has begun. -Rg2

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Posted by on November 25, 2012 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 140: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (11)

“. . . by Autumn Railway, Love”
-by Rg2

I boarded at 11:03 PST, Love, in midtown Santa Barbara
The third car of Amtrak’s Coast Starlight,
A window seat to view autumn’s splendor in motion
Inspiring a love letter I’ve begun to write,

I have this visual that when I disembark
People of all stripes will be station-waiting,
Yet our eyes will be hungrily drawn at first sight
God, woman, I’ve been anticipating,

To unfurl your scarf just loose enough
to place my hands astride your sweet neck,
As my palms stroke your lower facial skin
An intimate lip-greeting beyond mere peck,

We’ll stand there awhile, lost in one another
while envious eyes train upon our embrace,
Your squeeze goes from tender to unbridled wanting
My autumn romance is written on your face,

How, oh how, have I missed thee, woman?
I can only attempt to count the ways,
A man shouldn’t show his emotional hand, I’m advised
But these are unpromised days,

People want to be loved in this thing called life
Some just may not know how to ask,
I’ve held my silence quite long enough
Here, I want you to take my flask,

You laugh, don’t laugh–at least not yet
For it may not be what you think,
A tight-lid container could hold a secret untold
Much more than the spirit of a drink,

Go ahead, unspiral the ridged top opening
but gently begin your curious pour,
Cup your other hand so that nothing escapes
Consider this a special metaphor,

As the diamond necklace slithers from its hideaway
Vicariously my heart’s truth is unleashed,
Your oval eyes enlarged by the specter of gem-art
Then on me they tearingly feast,

Why? You ask–there is no why, my Love,
How about a sacred “just because,”
Sometimes a gift can say what words may fail
I want to honor the tandem romance laws:

Do you no harm and remember that charm
should never become a bygone endeavor,
Autumn will come and, sadly, it will go
But my romance has plans for the ‘forever’

And a day . . . and nights . . . and countless tomorrows
That privilege me with you by my side,
As the train pulls away, in your eyes I need to say:
I love you, and we won’t be denied,

This autumn romance.

Happy Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

Whether by railway or trailway, I’m there. Romance. -Rg2


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Posted by on November 17, 2012 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 139: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (10)



Autumn Rain, Calif.–6:56 a.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

 It’s raining, Love–in Southern California no less
Just look at this bed, what a beautiful mess

And you? Your hair’s frazzled, so artistically unkempt
Oh, so, you blame me? As though you didn’t tempt

What is it? You can’t locate your autumn pantie?
Well, finders, keepers, woman, I’m upping the ante

Up, up, so strongly up, yes, still I am
“Gentle,” you requested, then you didn’t give a damn

Make up your mind for autumn’s sake: Agony or ecstasy
Part two this morning? That sounds to me like a plea

Alright, the pillow toppled over, why don’t you hold still
“Lift your abdomen, just like that . . . ,” I want you to feel

Ease down, slowly, spine parallel to the ceiling
left arm west, right arm east, as this sexual healing

Has opened his eyes toward the misty window
The droplets are in free fall,
No, don’t you dare move, let it ring
I’m not taking that call

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday after re-election
We’ve donated and volunteered,
My mind was on work today
but somewhere I veered

Or was the detour a result of your feverish arousal?
The way you purr at my stimuli borders on spousal

Support . . . I don’t mean to contort your
heaven-sculpted limbs
Don’t say a word, obey my commands
subjected you’re to my whims

And woos, your coos, and oohs followed by ahhs
Let’s make this Lovers Ditch Day, a pause for the cause

Of hope and change and peace and romance
beyond another four years I dream that it spans

Mmm, how supple, your thighs are so warm
I can’t think of a safer shelter from this mid-autumn storm

Let’s make it a long weekend, the rain we’ll celebrate
While it pours unabated, we’ll take pleasure in the wait . . . .



Rain, rain . . . ‘don’t’ go away. -Rg2


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Posted by on November 10, 2012 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 138: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (9)

Tinseltown in Autumn, Calif.–6:59 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

“Be Ready by Seven, Love”

When’s the last time you were pampered, woman?
You had to pay for it? Oh no, how sad,
Well, let’s put an end to that futility: I’m there by seven, in black I’ll be clad

We’re going to see Denzel’s latest cinematic:
The box-office debut of “Flight,”
Then soul-fusion dinner at midtown’s WarmDaddy’s
and live neo-romance poetry to fulfill our night

The buzz is: Denzel’s performance is Oscar-worthy
I forgive him saying Clint Eastwood is still his hero,
I imagine Morgan Freeman begs to differ
For he’s voiced the rhythm of Obama’s flow

Did you early vote, babygirl?
I’ve already mailed in my ballot,
So we share a for-the-people political persuasion?
And you like cranberries in your salad?

Yes, I knew there was something cerebral about you
A woman with a conscious composition,
Tell me a little more about the values you live by
Wow, they resemble my phrase prepositions:

With her man; By her man; For her man
without sacrificing your mind-independence,
You simply want to be treated right
My father pampered my mother, I’ve no resistance

That humanity lives in me, Love
I’m just so selective to whom it’s given,
Hurt has made a few appearances in my life
But I don’t want to stop livin’

And lovin’ with the ease of an autumn breeze
For Christ’s sake, I wanna hold your hand
And when clouds form on the horizon grey
The heavy rains can you stand?

Hold me just a little tighter and remind me
you’ll always believe in me,
I’m a big boy–no need to pacify
But a woman’s tenderness holds the key

You see, life can be so turbulent, you know?
From Hurricane Sandy to the Great Recession,
The earth is rebelling and God is telling
And I’m harboring a closely held confession:

I’m willing to give my woman all she wants–
as this life allows me capable,
But should climate change wipe the material away
Will love-wealth remain on the table?

From whence we come, there shall we remain
in heart, soul, and mind,
Faces you see going up, the same you see coming down
But I’m truly the compassionate kind

Simple pleasures and minor importances
I just wanna create art and romance you,
If you’ll blow an autumn kiss its intent for me
I swear, woman, I’ll give back two

But don’t tell anyone, alright?
That secret’s solely between the two of us,
I’ve noticed this quiet power residing in you
And no inclination for drama or fuss

Yeah, you just want a little pampering, don’t you?
A recognition and appreciation of your treasure,
Well, it takes bounty to know true bounty
Trust me, I’ve taken the fullest measure

Of the preciousness of your autumn romance
I so look forward to your company tonight,
Not a minute will pass my stated arrival
We won’t be late for Denzel’s “Flight.”

Be ready, Love . . . .


Autumn pampering for that special woman. -Rg2

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Posted by on November 4, 2012 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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