With office politics and those rigorous hours
To say nothing of your countless domestic chores,
And to learn that your data was stolen on facebook
Seems nothing’s gone right…when it rains, it pours

If I can offer a consolation: It’s spring break eve
It couldn’t have come at any better a time,
I’ve eyed the attractive postings on your Instagram
And if you’ve read a few of mine, it isn’t a crime

To wonder, the mind wonders at visual stimuli
Those eyes, my, those mysterious, enthralling eyes,
They harbor a thousand enchanting hidden love stories
Each one worthy of a novel were I to surmise

Have you ever fallen in love with an anonymous writer?
You haven’t known your heart could be so volatile,
There’s really nothing wrong except trust what you feel
What other man in your universe can elicit a smile

As wide and as long as the one you now wear
Reading this and feeling that it’s written solely for you,
Your assumption is as accurate as any you’ve ever made
Come away with me tonight, girl, we’ll fly to Peru

Moonset dinner by the cliffs, dark mountains appear
In the distance, your resistance to give in to romance,
Is susceptible to surrender to this writer so tender
You’ve never been pampered, woman, give me the chance

You found me on Instagram—this faceless scribe
But you can feel my heart, its beats are your own,
I understand you weren’t looking to fall for a writer
If so, then I suggest you rid yourself of your phone

My letters are ubiquitous but they speak solely to you
Carry me . . . mobile-ly . . . to wherever you go,
From Instagram with love, signed by Rg2
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday and I want you to know:

I’m coming to get you tonight, woman . . .

Ready?

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . like a romantic in spring. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®