As dampness lingers in the cleansed air
and grey skies refuse to relinquish the chill,
I’ll prepare a bones-warming winefire
The cognac is begging us to break its seal

Can I creatively domesticate you tonight?
Worry not, responsible am I for all nightchores,
Nary a finger will you have to lift
Pampering awaits you beyond closed doors

Let me take your coat and the designer tote
By all means, relieve yourself of the shoes,
Down pillows and a plush throw lay on the sofa
Indulge yourself in the hearth fire’s hues

Violet flames subtly calling our names
The flickering is so thought-provoking,
If ambiance reflects the soul of the host
The moment has arrived for gentle hair stroking

I want to violin-play each feathery strand
Re-awaken that little girl in you,
This warm, cozy, private setting is yours
I’m all ears if you simply want to be listened to

What worries you, anything ailing you . . . ?
Is there a burden you’d like to get off your chest?
The vagaries of life and work can be so daunting
But my pampering won’t let them steal your zest

For living and loving and laughing unrestrained
We’ll take it one moment at a time,
The weight of the world is not on your shoulders
With a man who poses no uphill climb

A perspective understander, no unrealistic demander
One who comprehends the woman’s backstory,
A sage, a listener, a defuser of strife
Accepting of imperfections that accompany your glory

Alas, it’s Friday, woman, you’re where you belong
Quietude, a healing mood, devoid of pain,
Rest your tender head in the sanctum of my arms
While the cares of the world are left out in the rain.

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Pamper the woman . . . tonight. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®