You do realize Christmas arrives on Pamper-Her-Friday
Seven whole days with my singular mind on you,
Santa called, asking of your this-evening whereabouts
I told him, ‘I got this, fella, you’ve other things to do’

He was simply concerned for your safety, he said
Considering your hectic work-to-home commute,
‘She’ll be in warm, secure hands,’ I told St. Nick
In the company of Rg2, the pampering’s absolute

In its tenderness, ambience, and quality of touch
I intend to sing to you a romantic jingle,
And another by the fire as I pour the wine
Spoon feed you lobster chowder as we commingle

Slowly, softly, whisper to me your Christmas wish
I can appreciate, woman, the modesty in your ask,
To be held and caressed all through this good night?
Without question is this writer so up to the task

Here we are, two shining stars come together nigh
This starry night we’ll leave the winter’s cold outside,
How ‘bout I make like a sweater and you a blanket throw
Inside the other’s inner sanctum will we reside

Yeah, as we settle in, I invite you to nestle in . . .
These arms of mine have awaited you all week,
That mistletoe there? It was strategically placed
In case a session of kissology you’d seek

And a pre-Christmas gift for you to unwrap
Just a little something to usher the holiday mood,
No, I insist, it was meaningfully selected
A cut above the rest? Babygirl, I’m that dude

Who’s taken your love interests to sacred heart
Come close, rest on my shoulder as I carol you away,
And if there’s anything else I can get you, request
Whatever is your wish on this Pamper-Her-Friday . . .

. . . simply ask.

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . tonight. -Rg2

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