Pamper-Her-Friday: Intimacy on the Nile

“She Left Her Earrings”

You left your earrings a couple nights before
They lay there as if to adorn my desk,
The first and only pair abandoned by the owner
My creative scripture turns picturesque

Can you mind-see the visual as it shapens?
My only ask is that you close your eyes,
It matters not that I am without your presence
You’re not a woman given to lies

They have ethics, those tender mirrors of yours
Integrity is projected through their lens,
Was it an act of provocation to leave them there . . .
Should I preempt your explanation as it begins?

To leave such an item in a man’s vicinity
They, alone, betray hardly an effect,
But when remnant rises of skin once touched
Awakened is the content of his intellect

Mail them I could’ve to the beautiful leaver
Considered the option of overnight express,
A little deeper, however, was an inherent invite
That night was sleepless, woman, I confess

Visions of the way you would tilt your head
Art-like in how you’d prepare each lobe,
Despite my aversion to any body piercings
How intimate it was to prod and probe

What is it about my being puncture-free
that has you just a bit more curious?
Might there be a traditional strain to you . . .
Wanting nothing to approach me injurious?

I suspect I like it, were I to speak my truth
Territorialism in my world has its place,
Short of extreme there’s attraction in the claiming
A nice foundation when true caring forms the base

You left your earrings a couple nights before
They lay there as if to haunt me all the while,
I’ll return them on only one condition:
Join me tonight . . . on the Nile.

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

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Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romance. -Rg2

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