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Claremont, Calif.–6:56 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:
The crisp draft seeping through my window last night
slyly penetrated my bones,
Autumn has quietly announced its arrival
Have you noticed fall’s earthtones?
What will you do with your hair, my Love,
No matter, fingerplay with it I will,
My hands-on nature deepens in autumn
I can’t promise to contain my zeal
Alas, my secret’s out, I’m a man of all seasons
and this turn is closest to my heart,
Handholding, whether gloved or ungloved matters not
Our autumn romance is an art
You, my private reader and I your sole purveyor
of warm-the-soul intimacy drinks,
The coffee café at the rustic barnhouse
Spoonfeeding you whipped cream as it shrinks
There’s a theatre production tonight, Pomona College
Directed by Mr. Kenshaka Ali,
A New York legend of west-coast acclaim
whose work I want you to see
Then a walk to old towne only minutes away
for PutterCup Bakers’ to-die-for cinnabread,
We’ll tip the hats of the street players on horns
Their creativity should also be fed
Esperanza Spalding’s in town, an impromptu show
A tablebooth is reserved in our names,
Lattes we’ll share as a light rain begins
The hearth is lit and we’re nearest to the flames
As midnight draws near, the best I’ve saved for last
My space gladly welcomes us from the cold,
Rest your head upon my shoulder and close your autumn eyes
for a bedtime story to no one else I’ve ever told.
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.
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A woman is most romantic in autumn. -Rg2
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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 