Think of me as your pre-holiday surprise gift
Come, woman, unwrap me like a long-wished-for toy,
Caution, I’m much more than an easy plug and play
Tonight I insist on making you earn this joy

“Girl, it’s only you…have it your way, decide…”
DiAngelo and other carols spinning on the wheels,
Cords of timber hearth-burning and warmth-sharing
Come sit on my fac…, uh, lap—tell me how it feels

To be the center of my attention by candlelight
Last night’s storm has finally passed inland SoCal,
Leaving crisp air and mount-top snow in its wake
Are you the cozy-setting, hold-me-closer kinda gal?

Of course you are, woman, I see it in your eyes
Late autumns past have left a shiver in your bones,
Those other guys? They were only shoulder-warmers
You need a mocha furnace to sate your full-body jones

Moist, sensual thigh bites, elevating your inner heights
Your eyes on the flames all the while…till they close,
I’m not responsible for helpless, random shouts of ecstasy
You’ve now entered the realm of Rg2 poetry and prose

Writ large along your spine to either pelvis wing
Back to the center to traverse the skin canal,
Warning: If I clutch the cheek, it may make you weak
Should I continue my search? Oh indeed I shall

Have you submitted to Santa your holiday wish list?
What, you’re afraid you may have asked for too much?
No worries, I’ll pre-deliver those gifts that can’t be bought
Just close your eyes and surrender to this holiday touch

I’ll shear the edges of the tree in the morning dew
But tonight we’re engaging only in fireside play,
Yes, continue to unwrap the rest of this mocha gift
I’m yours, woman, a special delivery on Pamper-Her-Friday

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

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