Misty Cove, Calif.–7:16 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:
“It’s Sweatersock Night”
Autumn’s first rain in California’s southern hemisphere
I pulled out a time-worn sweater,
It no longer fits and partly moth-nibbled
But I thought of something better
You loved its seasonal color, its rhythmic pattern
the ageless warmth against your skin,
I cut the sleeves away, so crazy I am
But slip them on and let me begin
Remember the timeless promise we made . . .
to be creatively frugal and pocket the savings?
To find a new life for things once cherished
and give new meaning to our cravings
Yeah, I’m with that beautiful thinking, woman,
I love the way your distinct mind works,
Can’t explain it but, I swear, you’re my skin
this romance within me lurks
I’ve a secret I simply cannot withhold
been waiting for this moment to divulge,
the hundred dollar bill we hid in the shabby jeans . . .
Well, are you ready to indulge?
That’s right, an old C-note, a little crumpled
I hid it in the left cuff,
the pocket would’ve been much too tempting
And guess what? It’s just enough
For a weekend splurge, just you and me
fresh goods we’ll take down to the shelter,
How about the rest on a date-night spree?
Some spontaneous helter skelter
Naughty? Me? Oh, come now, Love,
You know I can keep it clean,
But, goodness, so sexy are the socks on you
and this erection is about to get mean
On second thought perhaps we should keep it in-house
as the after-rain fog settles in,
Come over here and curl up in my lap
For Pamper-Her-Friday is about to begin . . . .
Pamper the woman . . . for autumn’s sake. -Rg2
© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®
Josette Holt Wyatt
October 11, 2013 at 9:27 pm
That was sweet Roy :))
October 20, 2013 at 5:06 am
The reader is sweeter . . . .
Thank you, Josette. With grace. -Rg2