“Still in You, Autumn”

If ever there was a time to let go of your inhibitions
It’s here and now, and I’m the man,
You know damn well you’ve been in the wrong bed
So, dammit, what’s your exit plan?

There’s nothing of this universe worse
than a woman who’s not in love,
An unfulfilling relationship in autumn?
A greater sadness I can’t think of

There’re financial matters to consider, you say,
It’s not as black and white as it appears?
You’ve got papers on one another, I understand
But my romantic deadline nears

I’m neither callous, careless, or heartless
I’ve been heartbroken so many times,
The woman I loved married another
He offered stability, I offered rhymes

Can’t live on potential, can’t love on promise
Something’s got to be in writing,
I refused to sign because I wasn’t ready
But there’s this candle I’m lighting

Symbolic of the fire that still roars
A flame that burns even to this day,
No doubt I simmer within you, is it true?
You don’t know what the hell to say . . .

Shhhh, keep it silent while the chill sets in
The autumn season speaks for you,
I await, still, just over the horizon
I know exactly what to do

You need to trust–it’s all or bust
Fool you once, shame on me,
You never responded to my letters
I had no choice, I set you free

It was an autumn rain, I remember
I wanted you to jump in my arms,
We’d revel in the mutual wetness
You fell in love with my charms

But never, ever, quite got to know
the man now unleashed to the universe,
A residue from fallen leaves in autumn
My initials signed at the end of verse

Written for you, still smitten with you
We all have regrets we’d rather undo,
Father Time has healed my wounds
but you’ve got a bill that’s come due

Two sets of autumn gloves I bought; If they don’t fit, I’ll acquit
you . . . of holding hostage my heart,
Dammit, go away, or come and stay
I’m not one for romance a la carte

I’m a take-it-all or leave-it-be
No apologies I make for the past,
It’s a brand new autumn that beckons
I was the first and, dammit, I’m the last

Don’t dare let another woman hold me
when you know it should be you,
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, my autumn Love,
Do you know what to do?

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Pamper the woman . . . like it’s the last autumn. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®