A Gift For You by Rg2:
Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® Launches ‘Can I Pamper You Friday?’ Gift Campaign

SoCal, 9-29-17—What began as a fun social-network post to spark the curiosity of online readers, Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® has quietly evolved into one of the most intriguing digital media brands in the romance-her space.

Creatively written prose, poetry and elegant love letters authored by founder Roy Greer (aka Rg2) form the creative foundation of the pamper-her phenomenon. A new element, however, has been added as the holiday season approaches: A Gift For You by Rg2.

It’s been said a woman never has enough handbags. So why don’t we add to your accessories collection.

Might your life be a little better were you not so inundated with sales pitches, mobile ads and loyalty program deals all seeking to part you from your money? Well, let’s remedy that with a moment of pampering of a different kind. It’s Friday after all. Pamper-Her-Friday.

If the pictured handbag (scarf included) would go exceptionally well with something you have in your closet or an outfit you’ve had your eye on, simply visit www.pamper-her-fridaybyrg2.com, follow, and reveal your favorite Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® or Romance by Rg2® poem, prosework or love letter (each is numbered and titled for easy reference) and why you chose it.

If you’d like your name and comment to be published or if you have a business or cause you’d like to highlight, simply mention it (include the website/contact info for readers to reach you). If you’d prefer to remain anonymous, no problem.

The winning “pamperee” of the handbag and scarf will be determined by the sincerity, creativity and/or depth of feeling of their comment, regardless of length or brevity. The deadline for comment submissions is October 20, 2017. The winner to be announced the last Friday in October.

In addition to the website, Pamper-Her-Friday creatives can be found on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, LinkedIn (Roy Greer) and Instagram (Rg2 RomanceWorks).

Can I Pamper You Friday?

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Pamper the woman . . . and make her feel special. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Are you thinking of me . . . like, right now?

It’s OK. It’s quite alright. You don’t have to … no, to hell with good grammar … you ain’t gotta think of me.

I’m the very least of your thoughts in these trying times. You’re going through so much. You’re enduring the unthinkable: Hurricanes, earthquakes, work, a potential nuclear conflagration between North Korea and the U.S.

You’re going through so very much.

And now summer is leaving us, leaving our turbulent, volatile, hours-on-end, endless-lovemaking, wouldn’t-trade-it-for-the-world romance in its wake.

So much is demanded of you now. I’m the absolute least of your contemplations in this moment. I’m fully aware.

I’d never assume.

I’m lucky if I’m an afterthought right about now. Woman, you have no business thinking of me. Not even for a millisecond.

I’m but a vapor in your litany of thoughts and concerns right about now. I totally understand.

Except it’s Friday . . .

Pamper-Her-Friday.

Goodbye, Summer.

Welcome, Fall.

A Romance in Autumn . . . .

Love,
Roy

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Pamper the woman . . . and begin an Autumn romance. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Coming up: ‘A Gift for Her’ Giveaway by Rg2
And: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ by Rg2

Can I Pamper You Friday?

If I come tonight, will you let me leave sans guilt?
You turned the last thunderstorm into a cuddlestorm,
Scattered showers are in the offing around midnight
We survived Hurricane Irma, woman, my chest is warm

To say nothing of these safe-zone arms and hands
It’s Friday and I find myself erotically deprived,
Admit it, girl, you’re something of an erogenous wreck
I’ve inhabited your thoughts, now the moment’s arrived

If I come tonight, I’ve a bevy of nonverbal requests:
Edge of mattress finds us at the edge of darkness,
Two hands of yours, two knees of yours—all fours
Invites the ultimate taste test while your body’s at rest

Hind-thighs clutched by these ultra-gifted hands
A lower center of gravity I’ll position your spine,
Increase the millimeters from one knee to the other
Aiming to find sweet treasures on which to gently dine

There? What about there? And there? Absolutely
By all means, sink your head further into the pillow,
I’ll try to be civil but, damn, I can’t help but nibble
You like? Good, I’m taking you thera-sexually slow

Why must it feel like that? Why must I pamper the cat?
Woman, I don’t mean to perform so K-nine-ishly,
Oh, but these animal spirits must be unleashed
Now spread just a little more . . . and let a man be

If I stay tonight, will you let me leave in the morning?
Like, before daybreak or my ham & cheese waffle bake,
May find you still in bed with hot java and juice
No worries, I’ll keep it all warm until the moment to wake

You, yes, you, woman, epitomize the pamper-her type
Gosh, you act as if you don’t want me to leave,
I’ll tell you what, the rain is slated to end mid-afternoon
And we’ve only one more week of summer, I believe

Perhaps you’d like to stay next Pamper-Her-Friday
My place is peaceful and safe, woman, it’s your call,
A toast to a memorable summer we’ll make
And two kisses: goodbye, summer…and hello, fall….

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Pamper the woman . . . and farewell to summer. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Coming Soon: The ‘A Gift for Her’ Giveaway by Rg2

Dear Chrishtine,

I haven’t married.

I need to see truth in a woman’s eyes.

My flaw is I’m the pampering type. Sharks devour my kind. Heartless women flog the hearts of my ilk and leave them by the wayside—a form of punishment for my holding on to chivalry in a modern world that couldn’t give a damn.

I don’t let on—openly—my generous romanticism. I haven’t put a face to my pampering proclivity. A reluctance, it is, to reveal a fiercely hidden vulnerability to the wrong beautiful woman. There’s absolutely nothing wrong about your beauty, Chrishtine. It’s nothing short of majestic, your aura, your very essence.

There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the visual you, woman, the social-media scent of you. I’m holistically captivated by the presence of you, the emotional nearness of you.

But as my luck would have it, you’re spoken for. A cruel romantic irony. And summer is about to leave us without so much as a formal goodbye.

The ones who intrigue me are invariably betrothed. Knotted to a commitment not always of her choosing, but a vow taken nonetheless. The ones whom I intrigue are usually taken. Taken by time, circumstance, predicament. Taken by youth—an unspoken fear that the romantic one would possibly not arrive sometime in the distant future.

I understand.

But summer doesn’t care. It’s about to leave us both.

It’ll simply leave us with the thought of one another. And perhaps that’s enough. To ask for more is beyond the pale. I have no right.

But I can pamper you from afar. Left to my own devices, I can pamper you from a distance. And I know, I just know, you can feel my gifts. From afar.

I just want to release these pampering wishes . . .

. . . before we lose summer.

I’m pampering you, Chrishtine, this Friday. From afar.

Ain’t nothing you can do about it.

My thoughts are you,
Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . before summer’s lost. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday

A spa night hasn’t been visited upon you
In what, like, countless summers ago?
A waterfall down the Nile of your back
Tonight will feature my Pamper-Her-Friday flow

The opening salvo? A little toe-to-toe affection
Fingerwalking to three-quarters of the inner thigh,
Uh oh, you flinched . . . a spot-G might that be?
If so I’ll repeat—it’s better the second try

You like that? Mind if I gently bite that…?
Take a sip of this blessed-with-zest whiskey sour,
I went easy on the bitters to do away with the jitters
Your body will succumb to this romantic hour

It cometh to you by virtue of skin need:
Your mocha skin in need of my handtouch,
I feel muscle knots lurking beneath the surface
Overstressed and life’s a mess? I figured as much

What’s it all about? What’s it all for, my lady?
After all, a woman’s health is her wealth, no?
You needn’t patronize that downtown spa
When I can make home a spa, you didn’t know?

I won’t say a word, my hands speak with volume
Ease forward as I tickle-scratch your lower back,
As I massage the lumbar region per your wish
I’ll pamper each protrusion of the vertebrae track

You like it there? Mind if I gently bite you there…?
My duty is to exact optimum pleasure all about,
Where previously none existed head to heel
My pampering expertise? I’m leaving no doubt

Hand me the shampoo, I do cosmetology too
A deep lather and rinse, both pubic and mane,
You want it longer, so you’re a pleasure-monger?
Close your eyes and tilt your head under this gentle rain

How does that feel? I intend to amp the thrill
Your spa night by candlelight has only just begun,
The quilted table is patiently awaiting your arrival
In the boudoir we’ll continue our Pamper-Her-Friday fun.

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Pamper the woman . . . before summer says goodbye. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®