A tranche in your name: 10,000 at $14 per
My care-for-you advice? Hold patiently to thirty,
And should the dividend be reinstated
Reinvest while she’s there; I’m feeling flirty

How about you? Or is it solely me?
I believe autumn has permeated my soul,
I’ve got a taste for chicken enchilada soup
Could I interest you in a bowl?

Slowly simmered and gently stirred
Piping hot . . . would you blow on mine to cool?
I like the way you do that; are you blushing?
I’m really trying not to drool

I love it when a woman shows a tender view
Deep down, every man is a willing prey,
Not to be devoured and spat out with abandon
Instead, your velvet hand will win his day

Speaking of which, what’re your plans this evening?
After all, Friday at 5 is the week’s best hour,
Leave the confines of the cubicle, close the shop
I’ll make you a cosmopolitan sweet-and-sour

I sense an extended neck massage is in order
As fingers matriculate along the shoulders,
I feel tension knots thereabout and throughout
Let go . . . for mine are the perfect arm-holders

How about a session of cranial therapy?
Starting with circular rubs near the temples,
Fingerplay at the roots yield hair-growth shoots
You like? Uh huh, I see it in your dimples

Yes, this is how I introduce Pamper-Her-Friday
We’ll ease gently into this crisp autumn night,
We can take the town on tomorrow if we care
This evening I want you by candlelight

Shall we raise our glasses for a toast?
To Oprah, to autumn . . . and namely to you,
There’s a difference between living and existing
We’re in the sweet spot, woman, am I on cue?

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Pamper the woman . . . in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®