“More Than a Night”

Beachside service, our waiter’s a tad bit nervous
I foretold him you’re the most beautiful girl onshore,
He nodded at me with a hint of jealousy
For only I know what’s in store

Romance hasn’t done some disappearing act
no matter what the random woman may say,
About it singers still sing and writers still write
Is it human obsession or my naiveté?

While some seek Iyanla and others Dr. Phil
I’m going directly to Oprah–the source,
She and Stedman still enjoy sofa and pillow talks
The secret? When hearts align, stay the course

You can do what you want the calendar days of the year
But your Fridays belong solely to me,
This pampering thing has taken root worldwide
A quiet movement afoot and men agree

Loving and leaving breeds mistrust and disbelieving
But he must be aware of her fickleness,
There’s no guarantee that feelings won’t diminish
But let’s handle it with sensitivity and finesse

Just when we think we’re at the end of our road
Why don’t we take a spontaneous detour,
A romance path that neither of us has traveled before
may just yield new flowers and a cure

I realize there’s no such thing as the perfect love
All your fancies I won’t know exact,
But what it was that attracted you to my romantic sphere
Perhaps we could slowly re-enact

Tonight . . . I intend to make it alright
I wanna see celestial stars in your eyes,
I’ve reserved the entire Pacific shoreline for two
An idyllic setting for a summer-love reprise

So your father left home while you were just a little girl
and no man has bothered to address the hurt,
Well, my mother lost my father to a premature passing
In my heart your pain we can insert

I’ll carry it for two and for awhile make do
But, woman, the buck stops here with me,
Those fly-by-nights you’ve tolerated are a thing of the past
I’m a man of integrity

That lost attribute in a world in which
just about everyone is for sale,
This man across the table from you is not counterfeit
Go ahead, woman, and inhale

The authenticity is like a summer ocean breeze
I can sense your innards becoming moist,
The blood rush you can’t keep it on the hush
Your calling-me body I’m about to hoist

Upon me set all your chained emotions free
as I abolish your clitoral restraint,
A taste of honey will heal our wounds
a one-night endeavor this ain’t

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday on a mid-summer’s night
I’m in heaven with you on the shore,
As the tide rolls in, your eyes deepen my yen
Come with me, for there’s so much more . . . .

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®