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®