Monthly Archives: July 2013

Wondrous Phuket Thailand

“No Questions, Just Come”

Listen, woman, turn off the reality show tonight
For I’ll be craving all of your attention,
Let those other women squabble
while we indulge a romantic ascension

If you absolutely must watch one
How about the clever Josette Wyatt’s?
Hers offers creative love ideas like
sauna poetry on rooftop of the Hyatt

Oh, you like that, huh? As do I
but that’ll be ours next week,
Tonight’s Pamper-Her-Friday concept
shall unfold with a slight tweak

Remember the delicately sensual sundress
you saw mannequined in the Macy’s window?
I envisioned it draping your lovely contours
Unwrap the package and be ready to go

With me on a summer’s fantasy we’ll unlock
from your starry night dreams,
We’ll release flame lanterns aloft to the winds
while your eyes highlight the moonbeams

Chanté Moore, the chanteuse, will serenade us
accompanied by Jeanette Harris on saxophone,
Rare is their private performance for two
But you’ve entered the pamper-her zone

I’m dropping the top on my new Chevy Impala
so your curls may ripple through the air,
As you take in the vista from Pacific Coast Highway
I assure you we won’t have a care

Because Monday never mattered and Tuesday left in tatters
and Wednesday was wearily weak,
But Thursday offered a theory of romantic possibility
on which Friday is eager to speak

I’m taking sand to the beach, a rule I’ll gladly breach
For gold flecks you are, my stardust,
and as the saxophone ends, the love-making begins
Pampering you, woman, is a must

Tonight.

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

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

photo © Josette Wyatt, In the Moment Portraiture http://www.nthemoment.com http://www.nthemoment.com/blog

“Shoes a Crowd”

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday at last, my Sweet
Let me help you with your slippers,
As I kneel before your seated posture
Have a taste of the strawberry dippers

Warmed by a single candle flame
I didn’t bother with the fondue,
Let me feed you lush bites one at a time
These moments have been too few

The table is set, the china’s arranged
I removed the middle plank,
Intimate I crave your talk tonight
We have your shoes to thank

This love affair, a woman and her shoes
I pondered where it all began,
More aesthetic than comfort the higher the heel
Now relax, no need to stand

As I cradle each foot like a podiatrist smitten
To soothe away gravity’s effect,
Exhale the weeklong’s mental debris
I’m your therapy should you elect

To let it all go your body’s overflow
Your pressure points are so tender,
From the tip of toe the achilles will know
Tonight is their sweet surrender

The ache and pain shall cease to remain
My mandate is your total relief,
We’ve got all night, to the morning we might
I promise it won’t be brief

This Friday therapy one foot at a time
The shoes were a lovely sight,
But their purpose is done, I’m ready for fun
I’m pampering you, woman, tonight.

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“Pamper the woman . . . like a storybook princess.” -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Channeling Sting”

It’s hard to love a woman
Not arithmetically or scientifically hard
But when she yearns for a lauded novelist
Yet my talents are of a bard

Might a third job be enough
that I may win your devoted sate?
An honest try, my all, I’ll give it
Why must you hasten my wait?

Only to close the velvet curtain
I’m the finalist on your courters’ stage
My beau performance proved just shy
Your criteria in full I couldn’t engage

Say, you had spelled it out in writing
A win-your-heart preface, a simple outline
Your mystery an honor I attempted to decode
A sincere no-thank-you is not unkind

Was there a selfish thrill from my efforts?
Did you consider flattery in my chase?
I swear, I’d do it all again, woman
to see my reflection upon your face

An unsad goodbye we’ll offer as settlement
no resentments, no strings, no tears
A love lost is greater than nary
The bard’s prophetic words he hears:

Perhaps you could have learned to love me . . .
. . . given time.

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

Sanaa Lathan: Thespian Goddess

“A Summer Sanaa”

It had all the markings
of a summer of discontent
From emotional helter skelter
to the swelter of unrelent

Restless one night and feckless the next
The distance granted me no mercy
A cool drink of glacier water you appeared
Didn’t realize I was so damn thirsty

Quenching, you, so drenching, you
Woman, pour over me like a niagara fall
If you’ll wade in me, I’ll bathe in you
I’m the one man who has the gall

To think mine are the only hands that matter
For simple are my intimate demands
Lie there, still, while I spy there, feel
Welcome to my summer’s romance

So naughty, me, so haughty, you
Woman, come off your horse on high
This stifling heat need not mistreat
Is there something along your thigh?

Oh, my palm, a silly mind of its own
but exquisitely cool to the touch
Your eyes are fierce but fearful they’re not
Unafraid I’ll take too much

Free-will relations with no stipulations
The stars have given us their consent
No work in the morning, I’ll continue adorning
Your bare essence may have me repent

From fingergifts to tonguedrifts to pelviclifts
Ah, woman, the heat is on
We’ll melt from the smother then meld in one another
From sundown to the break of dawn . . . .

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A Summer’s Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

photo © DeWayne Rogers

Eva . . . in waiting

“Summerlong”

“Keep her in suspense,” an old sage once said
“Make her mind run astray while she’s alone in bed,”

The forehead kiss last summer left an indelible mark
Our past is prologue but this difference is stark:

You crept inside me, breathed beside me, our spirits ran free
Now that I’ve inhabited you, what will it be?

An escape to the isles, romantic views from the cliffs
Whispered songs in your ear with provocative riffs,

Shore winds and violins finger-frolicking your hair
Confessions in the eyes our revelations to bear,

We promised: No falling in love, the season would only end
A fleeting moment in time neither avowed to extend,

Did you mean that? For it seems that there’s a calling once more
I’m rowing from a distance while you’re standing ashore,

Arms at your side held by your heart’s fragility
But it was you who wrote to me, “Love is an ability . . . “

To mend, to blend, to be vulnerable at will
Autumn ushered our goodbyes, but I’ve lived in you, still,

Your eyes on the ceiling while ensconced in your bed
Memories from a summer whose beckonings you’ve fled,

Or so you thought, it wasn’t for not that we cherished the day
and those nights of moonlights, the violins still play,

In my head and in your heart like a timeless moondance
I want another with no other, we’re a summer’s romance.

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Pamper the woman . . . summerlong. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Hot Up in Here!”

I don’t know which marvels more at your toffee-almond skin, woman:
I or the jealous summer sun,
One offers vitamin, the other offers shoulder kisses
No need to choose just one

You can have it by day and me by night
Or you can alternate at will,
Its rays shan’t meet your inner thighs, try as it might
But I’m massaging my way in; Can I feel?

The warmth and its fragrance is manna from heaven
But I’ll add a few organic juice cubes,
Frozen by 7 and melted by 11
This is a private ero-development–no youtubes

Four miles my morning run, cardio par excellence
In before you open your sunrise eyes,
Lukecool the showerfall awaits us, hence
I have über-creative plans for the thighs

Sunscreen generously, methodically applied
Butter creams of cocoa and a hint of shea,
Yes, the ones I’ve chosen are quite the edible
Consider this an intimate summer soiree

Pat pat you dry so gently I will
But keep the bikini on the floor,
This summer love begs for a morning thrill
Come back to the water and close the shower door . . . .

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It’s HOT up in here! -Rg2

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

Newlyweds Kerry & Nnamdi–Dynamic Duo

Idaho–Pamper-Her-Friday:

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Say, Love,

It appears Kerry’s got her man. It’s anything but a scandal.

Quiet she wanted it kept. And so it was.

I pondered for a moment last night, how does a Hollywood romance differ from a non-public romance, at its very essence?

I remember the virtuoso Tina Turner saying she was thrilled to be away from Hollywood because all the roles she was ever offered were sadly limited to three typecasts: Maid, Mistress, or Harlot.

How have times truly changed for Kerry Washington, I wonder. Her brilliance is undeniable, her acting chops unquestionable, her beauty unparalleled.

But have times truly changed?

Which makes a private relationship, a private romance so very vital to a sane life. I mean, imagine not being able to come home to a sanctuary of true love, unpretense, and genuine caring.

Kerry deserves that, no? And so does Nnamdi Asomugha.

He’s vowed to be the balance, the ballast, the anchor in the ‘scandalous,’ turbulent, troubled waters that is today’s Hollywood.

The NFLer and newly minted San Francisco 49er harbors some special attributes beneath his glitzy résumé that Kerry couldn’t help but fall in love with. In addition to being a highly touted shutdown cornerback, Asomugha is a corporate finance major from UC Berkeley as well as the offspring of Nigerian parents who hold doctoral degrees in engineering and pharmacy.

Kerry’s no slouch as a romance selector, eh? The woman knows what she’s doing.

But what lies at the heart of their union, I wonder. Perhaps no different than what lies at the heart of a non-public union, or what lies at the pit of our union, babygirl: Trust; Faith; and ‘This feels so good.’

The man certainly has taste, does he not? They will do well. You can see it in their eyes.

But give me the ‘non-public.’ My romance doesn’t need the limelight; doesn’t even want it.

I wanna come home to you, my sanctuary in which only you and I are welcome. I love the way you do it–privately.

So let’s raise a toast to Kerry and Nnamdi: To love, faith, fidelity and eternity. May they have them in abundance.

Now turn off the TV and come sit on my lap, woman. I’ve a gift for you that I know you’ll love. Just because.

Why?

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Angel.

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®