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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 418: ‘Driving to You: Autumn’s First PHF’: A Love Letter: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (56)


Dear Marcia,

Today is the first Pamper-Her-Friday of autumn
I’m leaving work prematurely to hit the road,
To get a jump on the I-10 commuter traffic
Of your tender face I’m eager to get ahold

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 . . .



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

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

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Posted by on September 29, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 417: ‘Farewell, Summer Love’: A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (121)


“Farewell, Summer Love”
Dear Kathy,
You artfully eluded me this summer.
Was that deliberate? Or simply a version of your defense mechanism (machination) defending against your subconscious vulnerability?
What do I mean? A woman doesn’t know she’s vulnerable until she feels it.
What do I mean?
You weren’t aware of your vulnerability . . . until my orbit touched you. When you discovered that someone of my like walks this earth, was not something awakened in you? I ask that without arrogance. I just know a piece of your heart as a piece of my own.
I’ve been turned away so many times, Kathy. No, not necessarily by a woman’s love. But turned away by powerbrokers, gatekeepers, gosh, even everyday women decision-makers who are afraid of Pamper-Her-Friday. Its inherent power, its potential global reach, its threat to the status quo order of romantic life—or lack thereof—she’s come to accept in present-day society.
It’s okay for you to want to be pampered—if only on an occasional Friday. I mean, do you know the countless number of women the world over who’ve never known pampering of the quality you’ve passed over this summer?
You craftily eluded me this summer. When all I wanted was an evening, however abbreviated, of your company on the still-warm night sand, God exhaling on us from the heavens, and sky zodiacs romantically dispersed as far as our eyes could focus.
You managed to elude me this summer; you beautiful artful dodger, you.
Damn you, Kathy. Summer’s lost.
But I have an admission: Summer’s not exactly my favored season.
Fall has always had its way with me. Fall is when a woman most wants to be touched. Held. Breathed on.
Kathy, will you meet me in Autumn?
Thoughts of you,
Pamper the woman . . . Oh, yes, autumn has arrived. -Rg2
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Posted by on September 22, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 416: ‘Panties Prohibited’: A Friday Night Verse: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (120)


(Rated Rg2: Midnight Women Readers Only)

“Panties Prohibited”

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


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


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


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 . . . .


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

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

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Posted by on September 15, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Romance by Rg2®: ‘Before Work in the Morning’: A Sunday Evening Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (119)


“Before Work in the Morning”


Nubian Woman,

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,


Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2018 Romance by Rg2®

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Posted by on September 10, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 415: ‘I’m Homeless . . . Come, Lady’: A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (118)


(Rated Rg2: Mature Women Only)
“I’m Homeless . . . Come, Lady”
What brings you here tonight, woman . . .
Did I not tell you to keep your distance awhile?
That furious wildfire, it showed me no mercy
I lost it all . . . but the contents of a metal file
My parents’ wedding photos, insurance papers
Stock certificates gifted from my grandfather,
My first love letter to you—the unsent draft
And you show tonight unannounced—why bother?
Isn’t it just like a special woman to care
Is it safe to assume you truly care about me?
You hardly know me, girl, yet here you are
My misfortune, it leaves little for you to see
I’m roofless; the ivory walls they no longer stand
The mahogany desk on which I’d romantically pen?
Parched to ashes, remainings of only black sand
No pieces to pick up, but I, I had to begin
Somewhere, somehow, this inner rebuild took hold
I re-imagined your silhouette that very first time,
My doorway you entered both curious and leery
But I was your reason and you were my rhyme
I’m homeless, woman; dispossessed and displaced
The most precarious position I’ve ever found myself,
Scorched earth, wind, fire, my life tilts off-balance
Only one book remains on my now-singed shelf:
The Old Testament reminds me of my fortitude
The fire that my people have come through,
Your belief system, it includes a faith in me
Your abiding love the well from which I drew
Rebuilding am I, woman, a work in progress
The foundation’s been re-laid, it’s stronger now,
A few furniture pieces handpicked with you in mind
A one-eye burner is all I have to make us chow
I’m house-less, lady, it’s rough but I’m resilient
I’m putting it together one cinderblock per tear,
That wildfire had malicious intentions, sure enough
My love for you, however, surpasses my fear
Will you come to my roofless, wall-less, door-less…
To my windowless home? Come make it okay,
I’m rebuilding for the love I see in your eyes
Let me show you that fire lost on Pamper-Her-Friday.
I need you tonight, woman.
Pamper the woman . . . for she may be the loyal type. -Rg2
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Posted by on September 1, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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