I’m not suggesting you violate company policy
To feign sickness is rather disingenuous,
But Lovers Ditch Day is worth the naughtiness
I’ll handle it should management make a fuss

“She won the lottery,” I’ll say with aplomb
It would be only a partial untruth,
A sudden boost to your bottom line–I
We’ll begin Pamper-Her-Friday in its youth

Sunrise: My hands on your bare shoulders
Muscle kneading elicits a morning purr,
Karate chops astride the spinal canal
“Am I the best?” Your response: “Yesss, sir”

Sautéed chicken huevos rancheros served bedside
Courtesy of your personal breakfast club,
Finger-feed you fresh-picked berries will I
Your sweet limbs the spokes and I’m the hub

The center of your bodily regions, consider me
Need I awaken the soles and the toes?
Your purrs, they’re becoming much more audible
To my touch, woman, you are predisposed

Up and at ’em–your usual daily mantra
No, that doesn’t play on Lovers Ditch Day,
By all means, sink your face into the pillow
As I L-shape the legs in a creative array

Of ligament tension relief methods
There’s a slight pain near the rotator cuff?
Let me employ my artisanal finger probe
Of course I promise not to be rough

Except where pain is part of the healing
as oxymoronic as that may sound,
And I definitely won’t neglect the glutes
You’ve expressed a helpless affinity as I pound

Gently, firmly, smackly, palm-exactly
Involuntary spanking does have its place,
No, don’t you dare stifle your approvals
The fetish is shared, no need to save face

Putting me to work as your private contractor
We’re bed-locked for at least half the day,
It’s Lovers Ditch Day with much more to come
What good is a woman of all work and no play?

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Pamper the woman . . . like no one else can. -Rg2

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