Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® Gift Giveaway Honors Mother’s Day

Los Angeles, 4-21-18—“Frankly, mothers should be pampered everyday,” says R. Greer, founder and creative force behind Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®. “But Mother’s Day allows us an extra special moment to say and show, ‘I love you, mom.’”

Pamper-Her-Friday would like to honor a lucky mom on her special day—yes, you—with a little something to celebrate motherhood: A $100 American Express gift card to spend however you’d like.

Calling all mothers, would you like to be pampered? If so, you’re invited to enter the 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday Mother’s Day gift giveaway:

Simply visit www.pamper-her-fridaybyrg2.com, Facebook (Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®), Instagram (Rg2 Romanceworks), LinkedIn (Roy Greer), or Twitter (@prosescribe) and leave a comment/reply on which one of the more than 400 Pamper-Her-Friday creative writings (each one is numbered) happens to be your favorite and why you chose it.

A simple “like” or favorable emoji without a comment and number, though appreciated, will not place you among the prospective winners.

The deadline for comment submissions is May 11, 2018. The winner to be announced on Mother’s Day.

Don’t hesitate to enter, moms. Your big day is just around the corner. Pamper-Her-Friday looks forward to pampering you!

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Can I Pamper You . . . for Mother’s Day? -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Is there a writer in your life—a private romance writer?
If not, may I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Every princess deserves her very own poet
Sip on me tonight, woman, just slowly imbibe . . .

Me, you see, inhale again this mocha-man mystique
Spread your fingers and press your palm against my chest,
Warm granite the pecs release a pheromone musk
Slap my five o’clock shadow if you wanna test

The limits of your ero-frustrations, admit it:
You ain’t had mind-blowing lovin’ in an age,
Your mane pulled while the glu-max is spanked
Woman, you need to release that pent-up rage

You’re strong but, damn, that shit is so overrated
Exhausting it becomes holding everything down,
Capitalism has got you running ’round in circles
It’s OK to exchange those pants for a gown

Riding the wave of the Me-Too current
Shame on the men who gave it its spawn,
My father said, “Never put her in a compromised position”
Alas, woman, I’m not about to play the pawn

Never have I made a woman do what she didn’t want to
Consensual intimacy, after all, is the height of fun,
You’re at liberty to dictate our physical terms
Ecstasy is the principle; Agony? Absolutely none

Except the pleasure hurt, manifestation of my flirt
Woman, I’m captivated by your anatomical scent,
Lay back and enjoy this thigh-rub in the sunken tub
I promised an all-nighter and that’s exactly what I meant

Let it go, let the free radicals and the stressors go
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday and the buck stops here,
Your questioning, “Where have all the good men gone?”
Listen, that’s no more than a propagandized fear

God will not forsake the righteous mocha man
The Most High has endowed him with a certain mystique,
Don’t you fall for the manufactured media narrative
You’ll discover this love is magnifique

Is there a private writer in your life—a romance writer?
If not, can I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Mocha woman, you deserve your very own poet
Come, let your body give in to my vibe . . .

. . . tonight.

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . all night long. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

If your son or daughter has access to your device
If a jealous former lover still peeks at your e-page,
I suggest you adjust your privacy settings
Woman, the whole of your mind I’m about to engage

Apparently, National Poetry Month has paid us a visit
And you’ve been inundated with clever haikus and quotes,
Writers and non-scribes are putting their best pen forward
But, damn, pretty woman, I’ve authored some 400 notes

A veritable library to dig your intellect into
And, silly me, they’re published all over the global net,
You see, an artist must do what an artist has to
My blood’s on your handheld screen so you won’t forget

How you felt at first read and the season that was
The dead of winter? The pit of summer? Or autumn’s intro?
Now that springtime has finally reared its inviting head
I wanna awaken your dormant outdoorswoman flow

Let your hair down, give your thick natural curls to the wind
Lose the windbreaker, the sweater and bare those mocha shoulders,
Please accept this clutch of just-blossomed, fragrant stems
Here, take my hands, feel the grasp of my gifted skin-holders

Can I touch you in spring? Careful, woman, you just may cling
To me like a love letter you can’t seem to put down,
It’s time to re-integrate your warm heart to the outside
My intuition is indicating that we’re romance bound

You aren’t looking, I know, for a complicated spring
Truth is, a woman’s erotic energy rejuvenates thereabouts,
I just happen to be a handsome facilitator
You’ve all the sweet attributes that a smitten man touts

To his trust-worthy confidant who understands the season
And what springtime does to the creativity of a man,
A Mediterranean dinner seaside and by-the-shore poetry
Singing Kem lyrics to you as we walk barefoot in the sand

Were you ever pampered in spring? My, is it a thing
To have done for you from sunrise to crayon sunset,
One day is all I need, an afternoon of yours for me
Mt. Vernon’s cherry blossoms are begging for us yet

And as our day winds down and the evening beckons
Panties become optional beneath that mesmeric sundress,
No mistake, I’m thoroughly a gentleman all season long
But a midnight bath most soothes the woman dispossessed

Of garments that now belong to your winter’s closet
Allow me to wash away the day’s residue if I may,
How would you like a glass of almond champagne?
Meanwhile, I’ll lather your shoulders…for Pamper-Her-Friday….

Hello, spring.

Hello, woman.

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . she loves spring. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®