“Breakfast by the Pond”
Morning, Love, would you like coffee or tea with your juice?
I’m feeling summer romance this morning, can I turn it loose?
Fresh waters, fresh air, fresh fruit . . . a fresh kiss
Let’s cue the weekend with a little open-air bliss
Turn your phablet off, I’ll put the Wall St. Journal away
We’ll be selfish with each other, my Love, what do you say?
Take in the oceanscape, exhale the turbulence of the week
Is it true that in every woman lives a quiet freak?
. . . suppressed by convention, imprisoned by womanly virtue
Just put your hands on me, no violation, I certainly won’t sue
I’ll welcome the sensual harassment, may even crave a little more
Let me feed you this papaya and show you that I adore
The soft reflection of sunlight glistening about your skin
I’m so into you, woman, I may contact your next-of-kin
To let ’em know not to worry about your Friday whereabouts
What I have in store for you is what a man-in-love touts:
Romantic breakfast by the pond, a further deepening of our bond
enjoying nature’s breathtaking amenities of which we are so fond
Fruit morsels sweet and tender, I’m admiring your every chew
Your personal feeder consider me as I elevate my woo
A Pamper-Her-Friday poem I wrote, authored from the heart
Ease back and relax as I indulge you in its start:
“How do I pamper thee? Let me count the ways
Ceaseless are my efforts and endless are the days,
Of thoughts of you, having bid adieu to virtueless loves ago
Together we’ll reap the bounty of a higher romance we sow . . .”
With clear-blue waters beneath us and pristine skies above
Let the romance begin
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love
Pamper the woman . . . and forever is her romance. -Rg2
© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®