Monthly Archives: September 2018

Rest my palms upon those soft, dimpled cheeks
Gently glide my fingers along those succulent lips,
And as your fragrance penetrates my warm hands
Grace you with an autumn kiss that will eclipse

The others from seasons past and lovers ago
It’s my intent to make you forget them all,
Set a path with me, woman, in the windswept leaves
Can I hold your hand into the colors of fall?

Slow-paced autumn walks and intimate pillow talks
Crown Royal on ice and Remy, straight, for you,
Laughing at our double faults and imperfections
Sharing our disappointments, gosh, we’ve had a few

You’ve always wanted a man who listens, I know
A listening man who needn’t offer you advice,
But one who takes the wheel on an autumn drive
While you admire the season’s foliage would be nice

A farmer’s market companion, I’ll hold the basket
You offer nature’s sweet harvest as I take a bite,
I’ll sweep the leaves from your eaves on request
On one condition: Let me hold you into the night

A man shouldn’t be lonely in autumn, God forbid
Even more, should not a woman spend fall alone,
If you’d rather solitude, then read my love letter
Feel my heart in the handscript and its romantic tone

If I could just have you at the same table
On the same sofa, by the same cedar-scented fire,
To share the same Pamper-Her-Friday in fall
Because we share this identical yearning desire:

To share autumn.

Driving fast as wheels can turn . . .

-Rg2

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

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Coming: 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday Autumn Gift Giveaways

I don’t care that your hair is organically grown
Or if it happens to be East Indian weave,
A woman wants to be made to feel exclusive
This writer’s the man in whom you can believe

Tonight

May I kiss you there, yes, there, not just anywhere
Then again, anywhere along there is an ideal sweetspot,
I’m sorry, you’re trembling but not from trepidation
Woman, your mid-sternum, my, is it radiating hot

I need to apply the stress test, hand on forehead
Lips mapping slowly your hind-neck to each lobe,
My fingers intersecting the parts between each toe
Lie back, easy now, a bit further I’ll probe

Tonight

Welcome to Pamper-Her-Friday—the midnight version
Panties prohibited; promptly drop those at the door,
Water’s spouting jealously from the showerhead
Looking for you at the center of the tile floor

Let it rinse away, the long work week’s residue
Lather therapy: shoulders to the length of your back,
If I migrate further, a quiet riot may ensue
I’ll stay in the safe zone . . . along the lumbar track

Tonight

A hydro-transfer is in order; the sauna tub awaits
Immerse yourself while I retrieve the pleasure drinks,
Cork popping, woman, ain’t no stopping … us tonight
You’re craving some precise phalangeal play methinks

Raise that ass oh-so-slowly above the water line
Sink your face into the plush pillow towel’s middle,
Trust these creative hands and native instincts of mine
Close your eyes as I play this exquisite fiddle

That is your anatomy … the water begins to sway
On the cusp of overflow from this pleasure typhoon,
I’m taking all your special Friday requests-to-play
Let’s get it all in for dawn breaks too soon

Inhibitions prohibited, lay your burdens down
On my chest, no worries, I’ll handle the rest,
Absorb, will I, your invisible scars and wounds
Surrender, girl, to this nocturnal pamper-her fest

Tonight . . . .

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Pamper the woman . . . the moment she walks in. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Upcoming: 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday Autumn Gift Giveaways

Before you lay your tender head down tonight
Would you mind if I say a little prayer for you?
Tomorrow’s not promised but Mondays are stubborn
They never neglect to arrive with work to do

Close your eyes, pretty woman, and clasp your fingers
And think for a moment of an ideal place,
You’d rather be post-sunrise in this late summer
Can this poet be invited to enhance your space?

“Heavenly Father, would you place your hand upon
The Nubian woman’s head as she retires on this night,
The single mother, the wedded mother, the bachelorette
Bestow blessings on her as she arrives on the worksite

“That she performs well and meets all her deadlines
That she exceeds the requisites of her corporate task,
Keep her jealous, disgruntled co-workers at bay
And bring her home safely, Father, is all I ask”

Before you lay your tender head down tonight, princess
Just know this poet is spiritually thinking of you,
I understand that life and work are relentless challenges
But with God’s unending love and Romance by Rg2 . . .

You will rise, Nubian woman, you will rise.

Eternal blessings,
Rg2

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2018 Romance by Rg2®