Monthly Archives: November 2015

With graphs of days and nights between us
As though I’ve been keeping silent count,
That one selfie you sent–a sensual instigator
I screen-touch your eyes, this romantic fount

Triggers an image, your voice surfaces
Playfully massaging my inner ear,
You sang Sade to me with sincerity:
” . . . this may come as a surprise . . . ” I hear

Choo choo, my sweet, there’s a train a-comin’
It reminds me of the little one that could,
Should fuel run out and steam evaporate
I’d push the caboose to get to you, I would

I’m coming home for the holiday this autumn
To that longing residence of your embrace,
You may not let go at the train depot
One another’s wanting body we’ll encase

Have you missed me? Well, show and kiss me
Oh, that’s right, you don’t do the public thing,
Ah, but there’s an exception to every rule
Your neck-covered scarf I’ll gently fling

These warm hands on you like autumn anew
My, you’re more beautiful than before,
A photo simply cannot do justice
The true meaning of Thanksgiving we’ll restore

This trip to bountiful, a cornucopia of blessings
We will truly be to one another,
I’m gonna plate you, Love, and send prayers above
The burden of cooking we’ll relieve your mother:

I’ve brought a satchel of herbs and spices
We’ll do a shopper’s run for all the rest,
A free-range bird with all the fixings
Let’s put our culinary skills to the test

Tickets for the show, snow mountain we’ll go
But above all, the cuddling-by-fireside nights,
Viewing the holiday classics you love
Distracting you with ear nibbles and neck bites

Are you smiling? Well, woman, get to dialing
my number and say it’s me you sorely miss,
I’ll ask the conductor to punch it a bit more
I’m eager to begin our holiday bliss.

Are you?

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

A special dark roast from hand-pressed coffee beans
Piping hot with a hint of real vanilla cream,
Your autumn java mug is warm and tray-ready
Your Pamper-Her-Friday imagination this may seem

Hallucination this isn’t, I’m no morning apparition
Let’s get to the root of your insomnia source,
You’ve gone without breakfast in bed seems ages
It’s time that I alter that dreary course

The saucepan I’ve filled with spring water, blue flame
I’ll stir the steaming liquid to a ferocious whirl,
Drop the seasoned egg whites in the storm’s eye
And into the sesame-oiled wok I’ll gently hurl

A potpourri of greenhouse-grown, local veggies
I made a daybreak farmer’s market run,
Poultry sausage basil-, thyme-, and rosemary-infused
Making it jump from the sizzling cylinder–what fun!

Ahh, you can smell it? Well, go run and tell it . . .
“Wow, Roy done gone Emeril Lagasse up in here!”
When a man cooks with a special love in his heart
There’s something about the woman he holds dear

You’d be surprised what a man might venture
He’s capable of going to the greatest of lengths,
History’s littered with Baracks desperately seeking Michelles
It’s just a matter of ironing out the kinks

Such as pulling back your steel emotional curtain
Just enough to take measure of my intent,
You’re afraid to fall into an alluring rapture
Oh, but you’re at total liberty to relent

Breakfast in bed is no second-base invitation
I’d be rather foolish to assume as much,
Will you consider it a warm autumn gesture?
And you must admit: My timing’s clutch

You didn’t sleep well last night, now did you?
I believe I’ve diagnosed your insomnia source,
An extended Pamper-Her-Friday morning sleep
I’ll bring your breakfast, a three-item course:

Autumn java, omelet jubilee . . . and me:
A forehead kiss to take with me on the road,
Sleep well, my Friday morning angel
I’ve got you, woman, in my autumn fold . . .

. . . where you belong.

________________

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Pamper the woman . . . in autumn. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Says the country’s ready for a second Clinton
Behold the introduction of the “First Gentleman,”
My, the consolidation of political power in a single family
Two libraries? A second foundation? What fun . . . .

The last glass ceiling appears ready to crumble
We shall witness women ballot power across the land,
Of course you won’t vote simply your identity
But surely you realize history (part 2) is at hand

The challenge, however, is quite daunting
Her predecessor’s imprint looms grand on the scale,
Among the hardest-working American presidents ever
Barack Obama’s accomplishments we must hail:

The domestic automotive sector back from the brink
To say nothing of the entire economy,
The Ledbetter Fair Pay Act; historic healthcare
Trans-Pacific trade and Cuba opened by decree

Did I mention a breathtaking stock-market run?
The likes of which continues to this day,
“We’ll make him a one-term president,” his foes vowed
They’ve only gotten richer; now what can they say?

No 9/11s on his watch and no White House scandals
Has a Chief ever allowed a kid to touch his hair?
“See, it’s just like yours . . . I was once you, young fella”
Imagine meeting a world leader who truly does care

About people, his family, and certainly his country
Without question of his authenticity,
Bill was loved, but he signed unfair sentencing
Can we trust Hillary . . . and to what degree?

Still, her chances I like, barring a scandal henceforth
On her side appears history’s tide,
Remember: The economy, domestic and foreign policy
Most crucial: On your survival does she reside?

I guess it’s a crap shoot, either way, in the end
There’s a measure of hope that accompanies our choice,
And just in case you have buyer’s remorse
I ask that you remember my comforting voice:

I’m here through thick and thin, darkness and light
You’re not gonna get everything you want from politics,
But if we plan ahead for life’s shortcomings
Together we can suffer much easier the licks

Let’s start tonight, an autumn covenant we’ll enter
A promise to love each other by mutual decree,
I’m placing your ballot on the table with my name
Woman, I’m asking you to vote for me

My campaign platform, much more than a slogan:
Every Pamper-Her-Friday a paid holiday,
Why should the one-percenters have all the fun?
My administration believes in work AND play . . . .

See you tonight, Love.

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If you want to be pampered like a Republican, vote for Rg2. -anonymous

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®