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“It’s You, Love”

I sense something in the air
. . . something sensual is in the air,
Is that your fragrance once bottled?
Blow a kiss across the ocean, woman–a pair:

One for each dimple on either side of my face
Character marks you remember from grade school,
My e-notes printed in ink you shan’t erase
You in a summer floral wrap–I won’t drool . . .

. . . until after dusk, moon high, palm fronds
swaying to the rhythms of night winds,
Can I bathe you? . . . I found us a secret pond
One limb at a time’s how I do it–two gins

Poured slowly, chased with hints of coconut sweet
I’ll dip your fingers in my glass,
I’m the master of the slow-motion nibble
Now hang on while I rotate the ass

Palm-cupped underwater, it may get a bit hotter
Aquatic intimacy has no equal,
No, I’m nothing of a globe love-trotter
But summer’s our season–it’s time for the sequel

It’s you; yes, woman, it’s you
You had no business being so lovely,
You’re not one to emote on demand, it’s true
But fair warning: Wait ’til I rub thee

There’s a right and a wrong way to touch a woman
There’s an art to timing her ripe,
Your eyes give permission to clutch you, woman
Those tears of summer joy I’ll wipe

Away and away and away we’ll go
venturing to the ends of the shore,
Making jealous the waves as they rustle and flow
and footprints a little deeper than before

You want it with me? Well, come and get me
But hurry, love, El Niño’s on its way,
Tropical rains nonstop like a fable Aesop
won’t keep our summer love at bay

It’s you . . . woman, it’s you
to whom my innermost intimacies belong,
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday on the eve of summer
You’ve got me singing a brand new song . . .

It’s You.

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Pamper the woman . . . like a summer never ending. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

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