By tumult, animus . . . Benevolence, where’ve you gone?
Is this a case of anti-love run amok?
The bible speaks of the coming of final days
If we’re visiting the last, woman, I wanna tuck

You securely in my arms in the cradle of Autumn
By all means, voice your hidden fears to me now,
My home is a safehouse reflective of my soul
Come, tonight, I want to share with you my tao

A rare harmony guided by the laws of nature
No proselytizing, no dogma forced upon your ear,
You’re welcome to leave any moment of the night
I just wanna make my intentions clear

You need a safe place, moreover, a sacred space
A woman’s fulfilled when he’s where she wants to be,
Terrorism, climate change, social unrest aren’t leaving
Globalism has left us nowhere to flee

Except to one another, come relax under the cover
of this fluffy, hand-stitched, over-size throw,
I’m reclining the sofa nearer to the hearth flames
The creamy turkey casserole is baking nice and slow

Life itself is a rather fragile thing, isn’t it?
Here today, gone tomorrow has lost its cliché,
If you’d like to be held just a little more snugly
I’ll make it alright, I swear, I’ll make it okay

We mourn yet again, our collective heart is heavy
But I won’t let us descend into despair,
After the darkness of night comes the sunlight
If harmony appears lost, consider me its heir

In my mind I’m going to San Bernardino
Going to San Bernardino in my mind,
Tragedy has visited us once again
But if benevolence is real, I’ve been sent a sign:

Woman, it’s you . . . and I believe it’s true
that an earth angel heaven sent won’t fly away,
For on this night lay grace upon my shoulder
I pray for you and me this blessed Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . like there’s no tomorrow. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®