Might I be on your mind as the sun descends
On this easy July SoCal summer’s day?
I’m wearing white kakis & a white billowy shirt
Visions of you matching me on Pamper-Her-Friday:
Flowing summer dress, white, adorning your mocha body
Reserved, have I, a space only paces from Lovers Lake,
Edibles and romantic incredibles I’ve prepared for us
Flower arrangement touches I took the time to make
Granted, I’m no florist nor exactly a horticulturist
I’ve kept it as simple as a summer’s evening breeze,
Clarity of mind I intend to engender in us both
Your heart’s been locked all summer but I’ve the keys
To the inner reaches of your most intimate thoughts
You wanna free yourself of those failed loves of the past,
A fresh-over, a do-over, woman, you need a new lover
Babygirl, my hand is slow, methodical, it’s hardly fast
Take it, will you, place it gently astride your soft skin
By all means, rest your chin inside my palms awhile,
You need not say a word if your voice escapes you
I can interpret the language in your closed eyes and smile
Yes, woman, I feel you, this is pure synchronicity
Might there be a confession or two you’d like to reveal?
Mine? I’ve been anticipating the texture of your lips
To kiss a handsome stranger may be the ultimate thrill
What, you don’t kiss on the first date? Aww, shucks, now
Behold, woman, I’m no ordinary fella, this is Rg2,
Never have I coerced a woman into her discomfort
I’d much rather elicit what it is we’re here to do:
Consume champagne, sweet fruits, and one another
Holding you as we watch the summer evening sun descend,
Careful, woman, you may not want to leave my arms
Isn’t it a shame that Pamper-Her-Friday has to end?
Then again . . .
. . . intimacy is even better when dusk sets in . . . .
Pamper the woman . . . and her soul belongs to you. -Rg2
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