Monthly Archives: December 2014

“What Christmas Means”

What’s your hurry, Love? Please stay put
My Christmas emotions are not unhurtable,
Have a look out the window there . . . brrrrrr
Come back to my arms, I’m feeling flirtable

It doesn’t have to end, our merry and mirth
In fact, I’m actually just getting started,
Share with me a romantic rebirth
My affections are begging to be imparted

All over you, tell ya what I’m gonna do:
My mother made her storied cornbread dressing,
The most succulent oven-baked yams, too
I’ll spoon feed you and call it a blessing

A sturdy winter roof over our tender heads
You’re in good health; indeed I have mine,
I harbor ill will for not a soul on earth
For no gifts I asked, still, Santa sent a sign

Your thoughts of me throughout the year . . .
Wondering what’s truly in the heart of the man,
Smiling, even tearing, at my romantic overtures
And now the love-in-waiting hour’s at hand

One must be careful the seductive build-up
Only to weather the inevitable let-down,
Frantic gift-buying, the frenzy can be trying
But is there an unspoiled joy to be found?

Like earlobe kisses and massage-your-hair blisses
as Nat Cole soothes from the acoustic speakers,
Admiring restored photos of your great-grandparents
Wow, just look at their eyes; those are secret-leakers 

Was love more pure during their time?
Especially when there was little materially to give . . .
Look at the way she stands securely in his arm
Yes, there is still majesty in this life we live

Let me show you what must remain hallowed:
The easy manner in which you lay in my lap,
Curled up like a cub in the safest den
Here, take another sip of the nightcap

Christmas hasn’t quite come and gone
These moments refuse to go quietly away,
Vanished forever into that good night?
No, no, not until I’ve had my say . . .

I love you, girl, you’re a blessing to my life
I thank you for accepting me the man you met,
Faults, foibles, shortcomings, and all
Still, you crave me with no regret

Which is why I’ve saved the best for last
This silent night after Christmas has a twist,
Here, open the gift I kept hidden from the tree
Hold still as I slip it on your wrist

You like it, eh? Gosh, you’re tearing up
Well, diamonds are forever, so they say,
And you thought last night was the gifts finale
How in the world could I forget Pamper-Her-Friday . . .

Merry Christmas, my angel.

(The woman’s in love.)

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Peace, Love, Joy, Happiness . . . and Romance. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“A Pre-Holiday Romance”

The modern-day Woman Code insinuates
women have little need for men anymore,
I beg to differ . . . tonight I’ll make my case
It all begins with a holiday pour:

Two pedestal glasses filled with libation
A figure-8 pail of steaming luxe-liquid,
Betwixt-the-toes scrubs and gentle arm rubs
A lose-yourself ambience far from insipid

Is there a confession or two you’d like to make?
Perhaps I’ve been in your mind all week,
Seven whole days without a touch from me
So ready to unleash your inner freak

I won’t be a tamer, I’m making you the blamer
My multi-talents you may’ve underestimated,
Woman, I’m about to wreak romance havoc on you
No body parts will be misappropriated

All limbs spoken for, let me close the ivory door
I want all heat pockets trapped inside,
No moans will escape, mmm, your mouth is agape
Hold nothing back, let it ride, let it ride

Controlled aquatic chaos, tub currents may crest
I want you submerged from end to end,
With the organic sea sponge I intend to expunge
Any deep-muscle aches away I’ll send

As the fingers will walk and my hand palms talk
to each millimeter of the surface of skin,
Here we go: a mid-body float, the suds become moat
If the tingle rises unbearable . . . say when

Oh how I love the water level at mid-breast
The ideal portrait, my lady, methinks it would make,
With your hair tied honey bun, gosh, you’re second to none
Your hand placed on my chest for romance sake

You want to keep it right there as if my soul to bare
Tear away my shirt–you have the gall,
Tug on me, girl, you wanna hug on me, girl
Wet arms, hands, fingers and all

Yeah, that is so nice, your passion-filled kiss
But be mindful the interruption of your bath,
Don’t complain later I didn’t complete the job
Or have you already done the mental math:

The figure 8 is certainly divisible by 2
You’re motioning like you’re subtly making room,
Pulling me into your figurative camera lens
I think I like it–go ahead and zoom

You want me in . . . to satisfy your sudden yen
You don’t care if the water overflows,
Come here, Love, and sink your head into my chest
You’re a special woman and Santa surely knows

I’ve a stocking gift I want you to unwrap
A precursor to your favorite holiday,
Slip it on, I measured the diameter just so
I’m glad you love it . . . Happy Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Romantic Tidings He Brings”

It’s so much better to give than to receive
Tonight we’ll shed the self-centrism,
My lady, you deserve a holiday reprieve
Come, unwrap this Friday pamperism

For starters, I’ll garnish your eggnog with a dusting
of nutmeg–and cinnamon for good measure,
There, a pair of sweatersocks lay by the fire
Slip them on, taking note of the treasure

Beneath the tree as I get nearer to thee
I come bearing a special gift,
I’ve done all the chores, even made you s’mores
And in my arms, woman, you will drift

Into the night, I promise to make it all right
Can I sing you a soft carol or two?
Chestnuts roasting on our open fire
I’m nipping at your nose–Love, that’s your cue

To nip at my lips–reciprocate
Hold on, let me dangle the mistletoe,
You’re nibbling like a woman on the verge of love
Easy now, you’ll awaken something below

Yes, can I be oh so naughty
But tonight I’ll try to keep it at nice,
If you’ll sip on me, I’ll sip on you
You’re the nog and I’m certainly the spice

Tell me a secret . . . not just any secret
But a deeply held one from long ago,
That one wish Santa forgot to honor
Give it voice, I’d like to know

Was it a heart-protector or keepsaker
who would understand your glads and sads?
Or a promise keeper and smile reaper
A companion who’d last beyond the fads?

A home builder and ready-tool wielder
A repairer of damage from boyfriends past?
I realize we don’t always get what we want
But there’s sweet redemption in being the last . . .

The last of your wishes that was never granted?
Consider it here and now bestowed,
Precious things do come to those who wait
And for all my love, angel, nothing owed

It’s Christmastime, I call it pampering time
The best gifts reside in the littlest things,
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, you can close your eyes
Romantic tidings to you I bring . . .

. . . tonight.

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Pamper the woman . . . like a precious moment eternal. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Romantic Rain”

Wintry Rain, Calif.–1:12 a.m., Pamper-Her-Friday:

So it rained on our holiday parade this week, Love
Well, let me say, I welcome even more,
Though the storms were not a drought-ender
They’re a sweet harbinger of what’s in store

Have you ever been kissed in the pouring rain?
Actually so few women have,
Here, let me roll back your hoodie
For you I’ve got the perfect salve

Should you close your eyes, I’ll close mine
Feel the droplets at the bridge of your nose,
Who cares if umbrella-lookers stop and stare
They’re craving what they see, I suppose

Ahh, yes, woman, you kinda like that, huh?
And I love the way you wipe my brow,
Let’s have another and let it linger
Take full pleasure in this romantic vow

To engage in fun, whether clouds or sun
No matter inclement weather or fair,
A woman who can stand a winter’s rain?
No doubt I’m all in–we’re the ideal pair

Mmm, girl, your hair is soaking wet
And I don’t give a damn if it turns nappy,
I’ve got shampoo and conditioner, too
Oh, will these fingers of mine make you happy!

Welcome to my lair, a little number for you to wear
I chose the design with the thighs in mind,
With fabric of autumn and your blessed bottom
If you’ll allow me to seek, indeed I’ll find

Erotic tendencies and hypnotic proclivities
I intend to free you of all mental debris,
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, a cold, stormy night
I’m highly creative and you’ll agree

Improvising and imaginatively devising
Making discoveries as we go along,
Careful your hand, I just may reprimand
That not using the other is simply wrong

Much more than a job, it’s truly an endeavor:
To sate a woman’s pleasure principle,
Complexity of her mind, simplicity of her heart
To shortchange her spectrum is reprehensible

Which is to say that I’m the antithesis
of such an utterly lame excuse,
We’re decking the halls with holly tonight
In you I’ve found my holiday muse

Happy holiday greetings, my Love,
This Pamper-Her-Friday the celebrations begin,
Here’s a paper slip for your wish list
Meanwhile I’ll make us a tonic gin . . . .

(to be cont.)

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Pamper the woman . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

© 2014 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®