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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 349: ‘To Denise, With All My Love’ A Love Letter




“To Denise, With All My Love”

Dear Denise,

If there’s a tissue in your vicinity, I suggest you reach out and cradle it in your palm. Upon reading this, tears may well be in the offing.

I’m leaving stateside.

To be quite honest, I haven’t a clue whose shore on which I’ll land. I’ve simply unfurled my sail and rendered my life to the mercy of the most forgiving wind. Seeking a literary safe haven am I. A strange yet unhostile place which will accept a wounded, far-from-empty love letter scribe.

I’m not certain which economy around the world will support a driven romance composer, let alone reward him. Call it a mindless crap shoot. But there’s little to lose I’ve reckoned. The dice, as I write this, shake in my right hand and are on the precipice of a hearty, careless toss and roll.

Fall and rest where they may. I’ve come to the only conclusion: I must go.

God, I can feel the tenderly soft texture of your forehead against the interior of my thoughtful hands. The pillowcase fragrance derived from your unblemished facial skin stubbornly resurrects in the darkness of nights of my aloneness—even after countless washes.

That verse of Sade’s Nothing Can Come Between Us you let go of before catching yourself, it still brings me an endless joy. You never sang it again. Oh, sure you have, in your own presence, shunning the spotlight so shyly. But I caught that one . . . in its purest moment. And I finished the lyric. Do me a favor, would you? Don’t sing it to anyone else. It’s my eternal keepsake.

I’ve prided myself on being an honorable man. Flawed, human, fallible, imperfect, like all the men walking this earth. But honorable.

Is there a country for honorable men?

Honorable men who write romance? If so, I’m en route. Somewhere, some place I’ll land. With my laptop. And if it’s some off-the-map archipelago, with no electric juice, a pen and memo pad.

I’m afraid, Denise. My father’s in heaven. My grandfather’s in heaven. I can’t seek their counsel. They’ve scaled their own treacherous mountaintops. And neither was a romance writer.

I don’t wish my craft upon any man. I swear, the romance-writer pursuit is the most difficult of any human endeavor. Albert Einstein devised the atom bomb . . . that destroyed and deformed thousands of lives. I bet if you asked him to instead write romance for a living, he wouldn’t touch it.

Yet here I find myself. Writing my life into a hopeful relevance, lest I die a broken man. I can’t carry you into this anchorless, rudderless abyss of an existence. You deserve so very much more. I can’t do that to you.

I’m afraid. Of the unknown. And yet, I’m utterly fearless . . . because my life is in my savior’s hands.

Forgive me my instability. I can’t allow a woman to carry me. Somewhere between pride and character, I can’t ride your compassion. You too are finding your way.

I have no idea what’s in store for me. Whichever continent will have me, desperation accompanies me. Bring it on. I’ve nothing to lose.

Except you. I’ve reconciled that possibility with the treatment that you’ve experienced only from this romance writer. My life is out of my own hands, Denise. And, strangely, no one understands that more clearly than you.

God, I miss you already. And I haven’t even reached foreign landfall.

I’m leaving stateside. I can’t stay. I must go.

As God is my witness, I’m taking your love with me.

Ever yours,



Romance will survive. -Rg2

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Posted by on February 24, 2017 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 348: ‘Share My Night’ A Pre-Valentine Ask: The Romantic Valentine Collection by Rg2 (33)



“Share My Night”

If this ask is somehow interpreted as conduct
unbecoming a gentleman, it’s not my intent,
I won’t suggest you surrender your Sunday virtue
To a Pamper-Her-Friday that requires you to repent

For giving in to a pre-Valentine love deluxe
Letting a man have his way is uncharacteristic,
You’ve prided yourself in having Janet’s control
But this surface lust fever is on the verge of ballistic

The darker side of fifty shades is not my seek
There is no vindictive former lover on the prowl,
But a rose-petaled pond in which to enhance our bond
Is a body-rousing law of which I may run afoul

For a night, this particular night, this is our night
To cast aspersion on your former Valentine, I won’t,
You knew not what you were doing that time ago
You had questions, and Oprah says, “Doubt means don’t….”

Ah, but not tonight, my dear, let me quell your fear
Of the knowns and unknowns of a romantic loverman,
I want to kiss-trace your palm into the midnight calm
As you witness the gradual unfolding of my sensual plan

Still, soft water in which to make your introduction
Part secret garden, part lagoon for an erotic baptism,
A lathering of your hair for a slow cranial massage
Woman, close your eyes and give in to the pamperism

The rising of the knee and the shin breaks the surface
Crimson petals adorn the landscape of your skin,
A gentle rubbing and poking leads to aquatic thigh-stroking
Ouuww, girl, have a sip of this Scotland scotch blend

Your anxieties I’ll disarm while the free-radicals alarm
is silenced, giving way to musculoskeletal peace,
You’ve been fighting the good working warrioress fight
Your iron defense mechanism needs a moment to release

Let it go, Love, let go of the clench of your fear’s claw
Let me be the conduit for your tensions to pass through,
Here, bite into the essence of this chocolate-covered berry
And savor the sweetness of the therapy my hands will brew

Your soothing Valentine or your servant Valentine
Matters little the title that you bestow on me tonight,
You’re immersed in the luxury of an effervescent garden
Prelude to a weekend of rose petals and candlelight….


Romance . . . so many ways. -Rg2

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Posted by on February 11, 2017 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 347: ‘Hidden Romantic Figure’ A Love Poem: The Romantic Valentine Collection by Rg2 (32) Vol. V


“Hidden Romantic Figure”

It was a cold and rainy night in Southern California
Sat a man alone with his February thoughts,
The words escaped the fences of his splendid mind
Contemplating the she-loves-me’s and she-loves-me-nots

Might it be that you’re the instigator of the first line
An unwitting provocateur of his romantic instincts,
The verse being read from Thailand to Manitoba
Its author ordering roses of vibrant reds and pinks

Sending inklings your way that they may convey
A woo steeped in love from a hidden romantic figure,
His February only needed a beautiful catalyst
Cupid’s bow’s been arrowed, woman, you’re the trigger

Should he step from the shadows of the trade-press scribes
To reveal himself: The back cover of Harlequin’s tale,
What’re the chances he’ll make inroads to your heart
You do realize a “no” would be an epic fail?

How romantic are they? You’re sitting on the fence
This love letter finds its way to your sweet, weak spot,
Your entertaining the offers of those other hopefuls
Woman, I’ve entered the arena and the temperature’s hot

I don’t care how enticing their propositions transmit
The copious amounts of cash they dangle your way,
What will you talk about across a candlelit table?
Sitting there, how long are you willing to stay?

The wrong table’s been reserved, you’re in the wrong seat
The candle flame is nothing more than a mere distraction,
The evening is by no means too late for a turnabout
I’m coming to rescue you, woman, an intentional infraction

Never keep company with the least of three bums
And the other two are certainly no better for your time,
There’s a hidden romantic figure waiting in the wings
Look, I’m standing in the window and I’ll pantomime

With my hand over my heart, I then point to you
Lip-synching the words contained in the February letter,
“The Fourteenth means nothing without you, woman …”
Make your Valentine an experience? I can do it far better

I’m coming, stepping out of the shadows of obscurity
My sole purpose is to win your Valentine heart,
This hidden romantic figure is yours for the taking
I won’t dare allow us that moment to be apart

I need your Valentine.



Romance lives. -Rg2

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Posted by on February 5, 2017 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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