Monthly Archives: March 2016

Will you consider a fling to inaugurate spring . . . ?
I sense your winter hibernation’s eager to expire,
The awakener, I, of your flora/fauna spirits
An open-air space where we can gently retire

To hints of warm sun to bathe your bare shoulders
Giving way to flower songs through to an easy dusk,
By chance, are you the owner of a billowy white dress?
Fresh coconut smoothies . . . I’m cracking the husk

Barefoot in the meadow so rich with golden hues
We’ll pick dandelions, relive a second innocent age:
Blowing their feathery crowns aflutter in the wind
Your enthusiasm’s awakened, as far as I can gauge

Photos of you amid the daffodils and marigolds
We’ll pluck and then sample the honeysuckle sweets,
Does it remind you of how carefree we once were
So out of touch we’ve grown from nature’s visual treats

Come, I wanna take you to the edge of Kyle’s Creek
Whispery quiet we’ll be as the birds take their drink,
See the tadpoles and minnows evolving their lives
Isn’t this the perfect hiding to get away from groupthink?

You know, we’re losing these—nature’s geographic gifts
Federal and private ownership their only saving grace,
But development is avaricious and couldn’t care less
God help us our addiction to the relentless money chase

I’m babbling on . . . How are you, truly, angel, how are you?
How’re your mother and father . . . how’s everything going?
Sometimes we lose sight of living from existing
I wanna open my spring with you lest the unknowing

Stay lodged in my mind like the ask I never gave
When February escaped and the Ides of March, too,
Is there a chance of romance in a second spring fling?
We’re deserving of a rendezvous with nature—Part 2

Next Friday?

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Pamper the woman . . . . -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Can I be your psychiatrist tonight?
I have no other clients—I’m exclusively yours,
Mental debris you need to unload, I can sense
It’s time we attend to the partially open sores

Not yet fully healed—the past has not passed
You carry still the stayed-too-long and exit wounds,
Why did Mr. Right turn out to be Mr. Flight . . . ?
Having left you stranded amid the romantic sand dunes

Your sarong blowing helplessly in the dusty wind
Woman, I’ve got you focused in my binocular lens,
Lost in the relationship desert you’ve been wandering
But I won’t attempt to rectify their past sins

Too heavy a burden, that challenge has no winners
I wanna listen, I wanna learn … the anger, the hurt,
Lay back and relax … we’ll expunge the anxieties
A forum is needed by the most guarded introvert

I know you’re not needy, but bitterness is greedy
Life grows shorter with each cancerous thought,
Big girls don’t cry, oh, what a tender lie
In my emotional safety net you’ve now been caught

Go on, I’m listening, and I believe I understand
It’s quite alright to pause into the flames, very well,
What was it about that decision you now regret?
You were living the limit of your experience, exhale

We can’t go back, unfortunately we can’t
A do-over is impossible, but what about a do-better?
Yesterday a survivor–today I see a thriver
No more bad love investments, no longer a debtor

By all means, lay back, spread your wings and release
Let me pour you a silky warm cognac, I’ll share,
Vignettes of life appear as we gaze into the flames
Talk it out, let it go, I’m listening, woman, I care

I know you’re not needy but lust can be greedy
I’ll keep a safe distance in the middle of the floor,
But, I swear, I’m on the verge of professional violations
A breach would occur only if we open that door

What are you saying, woman, are you sure . . .
Gosh, maybe I’m in need of a little therapy myself,
Must you rest your hand on my chest that way?
You’ve got me talking to myself, I say, “Self . . .

. . . you realize neither of us is a licensed psychiatrist….”
But mutual therapy tonight we’re willing to co-pay,
How is it that you’ve turned the table on me, woman?
We’ve talked enough—Pamper-Her-Friday wants its say….

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Pamper the woman . . . and she’ll give it back. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Invariably the Pamper-Her-Friday suite is a
G-rated experience … but not on this starry night,
I’m not asking if I can come; I’m on my way
Much more Mr. Passionate than Mr. Polite

When was your last sweet thought of me, woman . . .
Was it Tuesday morning or Thursday late afternoon?
Was your chin resting in your hand—daydreaming . . .
Did my poetry surface during the middle of an iTune?

Did a tingle germinate somewhere navel-north . . .
Or did it uncontrollably crest south of the border?
Did you take a moment to read a post on your phone . . .
Did I appear across the table as the waiter took your order?

Yes, I was there, so figmentally there
I gently napkin-dabbed the corner of your lips,
I blew on your spoonful of matsa soup to cool
Of my spiced cranberry tea you took several sips

You like the taste of me … I’ll make no haste of thee
Why don’t we play this out in real life, in real time,
We’ll explore everything your mother told you not to do
What she won’t know won’t hurt … honey, salt and lime

Stem glass-rimmed confessions and toe-dipped sessions
Who gives a damn if your hair becomes frizzy,
Girl, I’m gonna flesh-pamper you 360 degrees
Then we’ll take it slo-mo, lest you become dizzy

Let me hydro-stretch you and finger-etch onto you
Write poetry on your thigh with soap ink, I will,
Leg-clutch me at the waist and laughing all the while
Whirling you and swirling, we, oh, what a thrill!

I promise: No sudden jerks; I’m giving you all the perks
of a pamperee who’s entered my hidden Shangri-La,
Scalp-to-heel massage, woman, this is no mirage
And you’ve a glute-tickle fetish I’ve discovered . . . aha!

Your giggle is so infectious, your romance so precious
No, no, just relax, I’ll pour the drinks and come to you,
What, you don’t wanna let go so we won’t lose the flow
Well, climb a little higher and squeeze—that’s my cue:

To calibrate and instigate the second phase of our night
Face down, eyes closed … the candles flicker as you lay,
No wish will go ungranted from dawn to morning light
I’m all for you, woman, on this Pamper-Her-Friday.

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Why the element of spontaneity?
Some of life’s best moments often go unplanned,
I will savor the eye-speak upon your arrival
I’ll want you to take my extended hand

A gentle pull of you into my embrace
I swear, I can smell your sweet fragrance now,
Did you really do your hair just for me?
Man, you’re clutch on short notice, woman, wow!

I really appreciate your making time for me
You may’ve wondered why I need “us” tonight,
Well, good company correlates to good health
And I couldn’t ask for a greater social delight

But more than a sate of my pleasure jones
I seek your counsel of a business sort,
Have you any knowledge of trademark licensing?
Smart and tight deals sans arbitration or court

A lend-lease arrangement a la Roosevelt
A couple of manufacturers want to be allies,
What’re your thoughts on a George Foreman approach?
A clean, front-loaded pact unburdened by ties . . .

I’m listening to you, your eyes are glistening too
I see the multi-angles of your teeming mind,
The consumer experience is crucial, you insist
Each one should denote her own rare find

Would you write it on this napkin like Rowling’s Potter
I’ll dot your I’s, woman, if you’ll cross my T’s,
Let’s add our hand signatures for good measure
In case you decide to bill me for any legal fees

That smile of yours is rather contagious
But enough about business, I’m ready to play,
Why don’t you open this velvet envelope
After all, angel, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday . . . .

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®