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®