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

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