The pitter and splatter of droplets on the window
In Southern California hardly ever does it rain,
I want you near me to mark this rare occurrence
All week long has been your fragrance on my brain

This creative romantic writing thing gets harder
and harder, it does, except when I write of you,
The wordsmith comes out, this pampersmith then shouts
Breathing on you night-long until the morning dew

Fogs the pane so thick to fingerscript your name
Hopeful the clouds disallow moonlight to break through,
Rain, rain, don’t you dare go away, please stay
And multiply this Pamper-Her-Friday by two

An extended stay to accommodate our extended play
Woman, we can talk, joke, laugh, and even pantomime,
If it becomes an all-nighter, I’ll be your candlelighter
We’ll get lost in one another with no regard for time

Just come, won’t you come? and share with me some
Slow-cooked jambalaya with the most tender andouille,
With basmati so fluffy and whose grains so fragrant
Once sampled on your palate and you may even chew me

Take me in small bites and let’s indulge in the delights
Of this wet-weather sequester with a sweet table red,
A romantic comedy sounds nice on the 4K device
On my chest, here, come and rest your tender head

It’s a stormy, rainy night in Southern California
On the quilted throws by the fire we’ll lay,
Close your eyes and let the rain fall endlessly
And let me breathe on you, woman, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday

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Pamper the woman . . . . -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®