“America’s Vanishing Romantic”
No, woman, I refuse to let you go to France
Though Paris has its share of elegant allure,
You’ve abandoned your romantic search stateside?
Hold on, before you chase the romance du jour
Save your travel fare, put away the passport
I simply can’t let you cross the Atlantic pond,
Yes, America’s home to the vanishing romantic
But only one’s needed for an authentic bond
Which considers your wants, reconfigures his needs
Perhaps we can arrive at a luscious medium,
Have you heard of mutually assured romance?
Pamper-Her-Friday’s the answer to the tedium
Of another lonely evening after laboring all week
Sure, you can meet the girls for happy hour laughs,
But then what, another date with Netflix?
Well, that’s OK, but what of your aching calves?
Let’s say we wrap them in my gifted hands
As I meticulously remove all muscle tension,
Finger pressure applied below at snail’s pace
After which the palms begin their ascension
Up, up they glide to that nether coccyx region
I’m neither chiropractor nor therapist,
But a skin whisperer like no other man alive
And this honey pour, woman, you won’t resist
By all means, speak your mind, air your wishes
Or simply luxuriate in this pampering escape,
As I soothe your body, sip on the bourbon toddy
Tonight I’m your romantic dark knight–no cape
Needed; absolutely nothing to obstruct my view
The perfect canvass your blank physiology,
The martini olive placed in the navel pocket
You like? Hold still while I nibble on thee
Does that raise your hunger . . . How about
shrimp summer rolls dipped in sesame-soy sauce?
Now try it with a hint of pineapple teriyaki
You’ll love the Tuscan steak salad I tossed
Later we’ll take a moonlight walk along the pier
A speedboat jaunt for wind-in-your-hair fun,
Then back to the calves where it all started
Your Pamper-Her-Friday weekend has just begun.
Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2
© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®