(Rated Rg2: For Ladies Only)

“No Mercy . . . Tonight”

Delicate lace has its place in the
pantheon of coveted fabrics,
The common man may be impressed
though hardly, if ever, will the maverick,

Among whom there is a lone one
who drinks the blue nectar from your well,
Extension I need, separation to feed
Your urge to shed, I’m listening, pretell,

A white Stella Rose, 2006, I chose
A distinctive orphan from the vineyard tribe,
Just a little wider before I submerge thee
Woman, I’ve only begun to imbibe,

Your protracted spine I’ll lay at rest
a cathartic angle for view of the skies,
Let’s erase the lows of a forgettable week
Arousals loosed in successive highs,

Pampering alchemy I’ll reveal my concoctions
So many to introduce as we go along,
There is a right way to love a woman
The Manifesto I wrote–I’ve yet been wrong,

Tie your hair up and the contract we’ll tear up–
promising I wouldn’t induce your cries,
Of helpless bodily capitulations
from oral abandonment of your thighs,

My chosen playground, I’ve earned this slayground
Don’t dare call this unwanted temptation,
This aquatic whirl disguised as a bath
Reach below the water and palm the sensation,

Monday did this to me, it’s your fault
Tuesday I did not hear your voice,
You neglected to answer my call on Wednesday
And Thursday left me without a choice,

To make Friday the ideal moment in time
my rage erotica unleashed over you,
Now brace yourself upon my shoulders
I’m going for the ultimate breakthrough,

Howl, dammit! Scowl, dammit!
There’s only the wind and the rustling waves,
Let it all go to your lungs’ capacity
Phuck inhibition–No restraints, No saves!

Are you alright, Love? There, easy does it
Sink your head into my chest,
Taste the Stella upon your lips
Is there anything else you care to request?

A seaside serenade sung acapella
As the sunset waves a nocturnal goodbye,
You’re purring like a kitten this Pamper-Her-Friday
Am I the substance of your sigh?

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Pamper the woman . . . like a man possessed. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®