(Rated Rg2: For Ladies Only)

“Wine Cube Romance”

This summer-like spring, what,
95 degrees?
It’s time for panty relief . . .
and I refuse to say please

My Pamper-Her-Friday appetites
are bordering on animalistic,
to exert a smattering of pleasure-hurt
just short of masochistic

What, pulled hair is your request
locks lassoed around the palm,
a tense-sensual tug of war
a perfect storm before the calm

Get it out, let it out,
shout it out, scream my name,
you can curse both Monday and Tuesday
But it’s Thursday that’s to blame

For blocking the day of all days
midnight wouldn’t come soon enough,
footrub by morning, icetub by night
I’m prepared to call your bluff:

A stay of cessation, going, going
Hands will be plying nonstop,
Circular motions and surface potions
Thighs levitating from the top

Hang on, woman, you’d better hang on
Moans won’t keep to a minimum,
Once suspended in the moonlit air
between phantasm and delirium

Your dreamlike state, I’m tempting fate
the helpless closure of your eyes,
the rippling tingles won’t dissipate
they’ll linger stubbornly along the thighs

There you’ll lay, very little to say
a body devoid of its energy,
Which emollient might I select?
Spread your wings and let me see

This one’s fragrant, this one’s creamy
this one’s cool to the touch,
And this one is a skin awakener
To achieve the effect, it won’t take much

Enjoy, my Love, it’s pampering time
let your arms fall freely away,
I can feel your thoughts through the skin
Its delicate keys my hands will play

And champagne calls, the flutes are tall
I’ve added an element of pleasure chill,
Wine cubes of fun to foil the heat
a provocative dimension to the thrill

It’s pampering time, the pleasure is mine
The break of dawn is still hours away,
My performance you will call masterful
on this pre-summer Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®