“Her Fantasy Island”

Listen, woman, I intend for you to clear your mind
. . . rid your inner sanctum of its clutter,
Can I re-introduce you to Father Nature
and the soothing lyrics he wishes to utter?

A little alone time, some pheromone time,
I’ll grant you before my arrival,
With undulating sea songs and peopleless throngs
This life is much more than survival

Seems everyone wants a piece of you
So in demand are your emotional gifts,
But I offer to bestow some peace unto you
Unmooring your mind that it drifts

To a seaside escape, I’ve got your voice on tape
I played it as I wrote last night,
“If you’ll be gentle with me, I’ll be tender with you . . .”
The sacred candle we’d mutually light

Such taste and grace and willing to self-efface
Might you be the womanly ideal?
Perfection is but a notion in perpetual motion
But, my, how you make me feel:

A walker of water, a leaper of mountains
A wisher that summer never ends,
These powers you give me, silly though they be
We’ve forgiven one another our sins

Of our individual past, neither a stone to cast
The mistakes we’ve certainly made a few,
But you washed my hands and I washed your feet
I’m cloudwalking and it’s probably you

And it’s probably me, it’s hard to say it
but, yes, it’s probably me,
My pampering methods so irresistible
Be ready for a Friday romance spree

I’ll meet you there, at the water’s edge
A summer bouquet will be in hand,
We have the island all to ourselves–and more
Only our footprints in the sand

The luau begins at sunset, my love, then
moonlight will have something to say,
And don’t forget to open the gift box, my love
After all . . .

. . . it’s Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romance. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®