“A Summer Jones Renewed”

Now, we both know a woman doesn’t fall for just any man
By all means, I suggest you draw your line in the sand

So I can step over and across like I’m the one anointed
to erase the pain of my predecessor who only disappointed

Your I-deserve-to-be-treasured sense and sensibilities
Allow me to wash away all traces of the iniquities

Visited upon you in past relationships gone awry
Go ahead, let it go, let out that one final cry

So long trapped, stowed away in the emotional vault within
I’ve got the secret passcode, woman, with flowers I’m walking in

To take up summer residence, the beach house of your heart
A surf and turf feast I’ve prepared–but will you take part?

Or will I be shore dining alone . . . wouldn’t that be a shame?
I need a sandcastle collaborator and I’m spelling out your name

Next to my own, bordered by a heart, so visible from the sky
Take a pillow seat and bare your feet, the tingle before your sigh

You can attribute to the allure of my pamper-her talent trove
Now come, I’ll bring the wine, I know of a hidden cove

Beneath the cliffs, a few degrees west, encrusted with gemstones
Holding hands along the way, a confirmation of this jones

I see so clearly in your eyes and feel so warmly in your hand
On our return we will notice: no longer that line in the sand

Erased by rolling waters, symbolic of the pain washed away
This is our summer of love renewed, a special Pamper-Her-Friday.

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

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®