It states rather clearly and unequivocally:
“No harm is done should the woman text the man,”
A simple, I think of you, is so very powerful
A genuine heart reveal does wonders, it can

What is there to lose? Certainly not your soul
Perhaps you question the realness of people anymore,
A student asked me if Hillary truly loves Bill
“Does time have to change what existed once before?”

Searching, we are, silently, quietly searching
Somewhere between nirvana and tranquility,
Is it Tinder or elsewhere in the ether—by chance
But have you self-examined your own ability . . .

To give an unbridled care, much less a dare
“Hello,” he’ll respond, “Is it me you’re looking for?”
How will you reply, woman, would you even bother?
You may discover you share an easy rapport

Something like the introduction of a perfect summer
Incidentally it’s only a few sunrises away,
And when it sets beyond the Pacific horizon
My hand will rest in yours . . . so’s I won’t go astray

With the tide out to sea, say you won’t let it be
Don’t let go . . . of the writer lest the boat never returns,
He only wanted to know if you truly could care
Oh no, he’s gone, but the bonfire still burns

You’re lit, girl, admit it, is this writer the igniter?
What have I wrought, woman, what have I done?
If you’re afraid to answer without equivocation
No worries, then share with me a setting sun

Just one, I implore, a chosen day this summer
I’m advancing my ask without further delay,
Pamper-Her-Friday on the shore with this writer, the igniter
Anticipation . . . we’re only a few sunsets away

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Pamper the woman . . . before summer arrives. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®