“Woman, I Feel Your Summer-itis”
Indications suggest you’ve caught summeritis
Is there any wonder I can feel you from afar?
You’ve remained elusive most all of spring
My lake house in Castaic, its door’s ajar
Come away with me on a preview excursion . . .
A spontaneous getaway from your urban demands,
Relieve you of sooted air and your driver’s duties
We’ll share a sherbet sunset as the horizon expands
Warmer days are in the offing; What are your plans?
Woman, have I ever crossed your mind?
The first time ever I witnessed your eyes . . .
It was obvious that we’re a twin-soul kind
How would you like to come away with me . . .
To the serenity of lakeside hammocks side-by-side?
I want you to experience the joy of flamingo sightings
A rowboat picnic for two, floating on the gentle tide
Strawberry mint juleps we’ll sip in the shade
I wanna swing you gently beneath the willow tree,
All the thoughtful little splendors your girlfriends wish
They’re inherent to this writer, woman, it’s me
A lakeside getaway, a cathartic take-you-away
Is exactly what you need for emotional balance,
If you’ll make me wholly responsible for your summer
I guarantee you’ll be blessed by my romantic talents
So what do you say, woman, can I sweep you away
For a preview of summer on the lake we’ll play,
On the hammock we can brainstorm our coming events
This weekend is the beginning . . . it’s Pamper-Her-Friday.
Pamper the woman . . . she’s anticipating summer. -Rg2
© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®