image: © imaginary christine

Autumn Angeles, Calif.–7:41 p.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

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“More for the Imagination”

My Love, I’m forging ahead, against the grain
of this hypersexualized society,
Mrs. Obama tapped me, “But . . . my daughters?”
Someone’s got to exercise propriety

You see, when I founded Pamper-Her-Friday
the vision was conceived in love’s essence,
To elevate the woman nameless, faceless
Can I share with you the lessons . . . ?

So many I learned, the bona fides I earned
countless mistakes now filed under wisdom,
Let’s walk in groove-step and talk more in depth
Around you I’ve created a romance system

Nothing automatic except my meaning emphatic
I’m inclined to go only so far,
My dignity forever respects your dignity
And you’re at liberty to raise the bar

A romance system, a safe-in-my-hands system
We operate one another by remote control,
If I can’t be there, you won’t question I care
I’m your lungs; you’re my heart; we’re a whole

Greater than the sum of separate thoughts
fearful they may never meet that one suitor,
The finisher of your sentence, your punctuation ender
There lives in you, woman, a tutor

So mesmerized is the eternal student in me
A pad and pen I’ve kept all along,
Foolish is the man who won’t study his woman
I wasn’t about to get your crucial answer wrong

What will I do to fulfill Friday’s promise?
Well, l’ve coined it autumn gradualism,
You treasure the slow hand of a very thorough man
who eyes your gifts through the prism

Of romantic undergarments applied inch to inch
you’re an artisan of the most sensual wearables,
The cross-legged symmetry so stirs the chemistry
I swear, there is nothing more stareable

Than a woman taking pride and pleasure in virtue
Leaving much to the greater imagination,
The fabric I chose and the color truly knows
You’re the essence of my autumn infatuation

By all means, cover up, I’m calling my inner lover up
to observe and take copious visual notes,
You give me inspiration for a TV pilot proposal
The working title: “Romance, He Wrote”

But you’re my lone star on this special autumn night
When you’re ready the car will be waiting,
Tonight marks the beginning of a week-long getaway
Let’s do it old-school, as if we’re dating

What’s that, really, you feel the same way?
You’ve even got a case of the butterflies?
Good, we’re just getting started, Love
You’re in for a Pamper-Her-Friday surprise . . . .

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Pamper the woman . . . like an Autumn Romance. -Rg2

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