Monthly Archives: August 2015

If the experience is what you’re seeking
Come, angel, you’ve found a kindred soul,
I’ll do you one better: Keep your hard-earned money
“The best of life is free?” Yes, that’s my goal

For what is dinner and travel without a heart-mate?
Sure, you possess the self-entertainment gene,
The lack of a cast-mate won’t stop your show
But might a leading man enhance your scene?

What’s become lost between men and women:
Elements as simple as the art of conversation,
That enchanting balance of listening to the other
Even more vital: The art of exhalation

Those moments when you’d like nothing more
than to hear the cadence of your own voice,
Your audience includes me and the ocean tide
A Friday take-her-away in which to rejoice

Is there a grievance from the workplace . . .
Are political pressures taking their toll?
Jealous co-workers becoming unbearable?
Even management has planted a mole

The stakes have never seemed so high
This sustain-a-living vs. sustain-my-happiness equation,
Are you forever chasing equilibrium?
You deserve better, woman, in my estimation

Now, I’m not promising to alter the corporate game
The rules of work engagement are etched in stone,
We all owe ourselves the making of a living
There’s splendor, however, in not going it alone

The secret lies in the ‘experiential’ sharing
A like mind who’s reading of life bears resemblance,
Most of us are paddling upstream, babygirl
But allow me to row your boat for remembrance

Of the times I swept you away from it all
Having set our majestic table on the shoreline,
Making life just a little more bearable
I’ll pop a vintage of your favorite sunset wine

I’ve been listening, observing, and interpreting
My emotional notes of your silent and vocal cries,
Pamper-Her-Friday is my gift to you, Love
I see our summer’s romance in your eyes

Feels so good . . . .

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

I won’t get too close, lest you dehydrate
I dare not cause such an adverse effect,
But in sweet conversation we’ll participate
You’ve a couple of venues from which to select:

The coastline might seem ideal I suppose
But can you imagine the dense population?
I know an inland hideaway for soothing repose
Where open skies engender relaxation

Endless bubbly on ice sounds so very nice
A spring-water pool a pebble’s throw away,
Citrus-bathed salmon over tender-most rice
And we’ll put the pomegranate ice cubes in play

Ahh, yes, I’m in full Pamper-Her-Friday mode
Seven days since your touch, Love, is a crime,
No other woman’s able to crack my code
You may’ve solved the combination this time

A tumultuous week you’ve had? I understand
Your stamina tested by the long work hours,
A few of your law students you had to reprimand
Can I soften your stress with a bouquet of flowers?

Come bare your feet and those lovely shoulders
Why don’t you tie your hair to reveal the neck,
Apply you with water spritz, you’d like it colder?
The bottles are on chill for your call and beck

Live at the amphitheater: Gretchen and Friends
Sultry jazz and pizzazz to fill the air,
Backstage introductions? Well, it all depends . . .
A kiss grants a wish . . . but I need a pair

A quid pro quo, oh, nothing of the sort
I never give with expectation of return,
The pleasure of your romance I’d even plead in court
You’re the spiritual essence of my eternal yearn

It’s time for champagne as I rev my campaign
That you may let me liberally have my way,
I’ll keep you cool, girl, simply be my jewel
Our summer’s romance continues this Friday . . . .

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Bachelorhood has proven the safest of havens
Ask the tied man whose quiet desperation . . .
cries for a reverse walk up the aisle
An unspoken plea for emancipation

Having chosen carefully, even wisely
Or so he naively thought,
Why does time bring about a change?
A good fight to remain her apple he’s fought

Such is the mystery of the human relation
But if there is a single thing for sure,
There’s a pamperer inside each breathing man
And I’m elated to know he hasn’t a cure

The bachelor holds on to a fragile freedom
Once taken, never to be granted back,
Free agency is quite the precious thing
But what of the part that wants to unpack?

Lurking there, inside, the pamperer within
No, not at all, it’s no personality disorder,
From the lowest pauper to the highest high-roller
Powerless she renders his inner love avoider

Running away from commitment is he
Then she appears in the road ahead,
A detour presents itself an enticing escape
Her road less traveled he takes instead

Her eyes intoxicating, her spirit goddess-esque
“I’m here to enhance your life,” she exudes,
Suddenly his bank ledger is fully balanced
And gone away are the leery moods

What he won’t do for the phenomenal woman
Limitations, they become a thing of the past,
On bended knee her painter he becomes
His romantic instincts are deep and vast

What he won’t do for her, for sanctity of love
The line disappears, threshold dissipates,
Pamper-Her-Friday’s given whole new meaning
Tonight’s the first of a thousand first dates

A man in love . . . .

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Pamper the woman . . . like a man in love. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®