“Romantic Pot Pie”
No, absolutely not, woman, I wouldn’t dare . . .
I’m thinking of no such thing,
To make love to you to usher in autumn?
How could I? Though it has a nice ring
I mean, come on now, who thinks in such terms?
Couples don’t love-make to announce a season’s arrival,
It’s not like I’m stranded on a yester-summer island
And holding you is my only means of survival
Then again, what if I did put the onus on you?
To breathe on me, like fallen leaves in a breeze,
The weather’s turning and your body’s yearning
Locked to others, your heart, I have the keys
Locksmith, wordsmith, lovesmith, pampersmith
I’m a man of multiple trades,
I don’t underestimate your many options
Go ahead, talk to him, I guarantee you he fades
You see, he doesn’t know, they simply don’t know
the depth of currents moving through you,
No one else can read the ripples of your flow
They’re sending texts; I’m making a fire in lieu
I had a recliner delivered, a la-z-boy plush
for your Friday exclusivity,
The ottoman is my converted desk, lay back
And feel this synchronicity:
Hand to toe, toes in hand
If your week’s felt like five days of jail,
I’ve got the ultimate after5 plan
My timing’s perfect–I posted intimacy bail
You see, I understand the season, Love,
Someone’s got to go just a little deeper,
I wanna share with you my reason, Love,
Others are more vocal, but I’m the sleeper
Launching it something quiet like google
when no one else saw me coming,
My private eyes on you all the while
Your autumn strings I’m gently strumming
Hot Irish mochas are coming right up
Relax, I’ll replay “Scandal” for your viewing pleasure,
Homemade roasted chicken pot pie
That’s right, your autumn fave, I had to measure
The ratio of savory romantic goodness
that goes into each and every bite,
Here, taste this–what, you want a kiss?
By all means, so very young is our night
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.
Autumn’s the right time . . . to pamper the woman. -Rg2
© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®