Say, lovely woman, I’ve reserved a swath of oceanfront real estate
So that nary a beach-going soror will hate
On the beautiful summer work you’ve put into your body
Though I’m not quite inclined to use the word “hottie”
To describe such artwork? A more angelic description
For the man with sore eyes I’ve the ideal prescription:
A waterfront view so aqua blue with solely you in the frame
Your bare essence at noonlight is calling my name
It’s shed-it-all Friday, my angel, doesn’t that have a nice ring?
A take-it-off high day, my angel, I’ve got just the thing . . .
A total-body-sunscreen-by-hand application
Hesitate not to let me know if there’s a tingling sensation
And no liner sun marks at chest high and pelvis low
Every inch of your skin deserves vitamin I know
Even the sun is lusting, so too is the jealous sky
Let your hair down, my lady, I insist you let it fly
Into the wind, swept askew, and all caution therewith
Mmm, that picture’s so lovely, are you a maker of myth?
No objection have I to a woman’s bare-naked truth
I’m forever a gentleman but I’m losing my couth
In the moment, woman, don’t foment my unbridled passion
Might it have been better were you to have rationed
Each piece of the ‘kini like a slow motive untold
But my eyes were in a hurry for such a sight to behold
The beach is yours, my Love, while I summon the boat
And on our walk to the topdeck, your body I’ll tote
Setting sail around the bay, into the sunset we’ll play
Appletinis with no bikini–it’s Pamper-Her-Friday . . . .
Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2
© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®