“…Going Our Own Way”
Babygirl, it’s a cold, starry, wintry night
I can feel a shiver along your left thigh
And, no doubt, there’s a quiver in your right
Come close, come, just a little closer
To you a holiday story I’d like to read,
A Christmas tale about Old Man Winter
Your mind and heart I want to feed
Not long ago, women and men were at war
Their common enemy no longer the grinch,
Turned on one another how they settled a score
Proverbial fists and jaws they would tightly clinch
So many fatherless holidays had bred a hurt
A failed marriage, a broken start, a career deferred,
Former love interest wounds they tried to desert
Cries for restoration too long gone unheard
So they did to the other what they only knew how
Some lashed with vengeance, others simply walked away,
Why did he neglect to heed her shot across the bow?
The good man decided he wasn’t willing to stay
Fears of not knowing how to be to one another
The social distortion lead to mutual love abortion,
Who among them could turn into a velvet glover?
Was there enough to offer them all a healing portion
Of tenderness, understanding, and forgiveness
Or did Santa decide they were beyond repair,
If a redeeming quality is a person’s last hope
The spirit of grinch past surely doesn’t care
But Old Man Winter, the ol’ coot, would have his say
Snowed them in, did he, reminding them of their need,
To convert such sorrow into a better tomorrow
For only failure is the outcome of revenge and greed
What happened? Well, this is a tale without an end
It’s still writing itself I guess one could say,
Come closer, come, we’ll create our own ending
You’re the peace that I need on this Pamper-Her-Friday
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Pamper the woman . . . . -Rg2
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