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

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