(Rated Rg2: For Women Only)
“No . . . I’ll Come to You”
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.
Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2
© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®