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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 402: ‘Mocha-Man Mystique…Tonight’


Rated Rg2: Mature Women Readers Only


“Mocha-Man Mystique…Tonight”

Is there a writer in your life—a private romance writer?
If not, may I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Every princess deserves her very own poet
Sip on me tonight, woman, just slowly imbibe . . .

Me, you see, inhale again this mocha-man mystique
Spread your fingers and press your palm against my chest,
Warm granite the pecs release a pheromone musk
Slap my five o’clock shadow if you wanna test

The limits of your ero-frustrations, admit it:
You ain’t had mind-blowing lovin’ in an age,
Your mane pulled while the glu-max is spanked
Woman, you need to release that pent-up rage

You’re strong but, damn, that shit is so overrated
Exhausting it becomes holding everything down,
Capitalism has got you running ’round in circles
It’s OK to exchange those pants for a gown

Riding the wave of the Me-Too current
Shame on the men who gave it its spawn,
My father said, “Never put her in a compromised position”
Alas, woman, I’m not about to play the pawn

Never have I made a woman do what she didn’t want to
Consensual intimacy, after all, is the height of fun,
You’re at liberty to dictate our physical terms
Ecstasy is the principle; Agony? Absolutely none

Except the pleasure hurt, manifestation of my flirt
Woman, I’m captivated by your anatomical scent,
Lay back and enjoy this thigh-rub in the sunken tub
I promised an all-nighter and that’s exactly what I meant

Let it go, let the free radicals and the stressors go
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday and the buck stops here,
Your questioning, “Where have all the good men gone?”
Listen, that’s no more than a propagandized fear

God will not forsake the righteous mocha man
The Most High has endowed him with a certain mystique,
Don’t you fall for the manufactured media narrative
You’ll discover this love is magnifique

Is there a private writer in your life—a romance writer?
If not, can I be your go-to erotic scribe?
Mocha woman, you deserve your very own poet
Come, let your body give in to my vibe . . .

. . . tonight.



Pamper the woman . . . all night long. -Rg2

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Posted by on April 13, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 401: ‘Spring…Panties Optional’ A Naughty Missive by Rg2


Rated Rg2: Reader Discretion Advised


“Spring…Panties Optional”

If your son or daughter has access to your device
If a jealous former lover still peeks at your e-page,
I suggest you adjust your privacy settings
Woman, the whole of your mind I’m about to engage

Apparently, National Poetry Month has paid us a visit
And you’ve been inundated with clever haikus and quotes,
Writers and non-scribes are putting their best pen forward
But, damn, pretty woman, I’ve authored some 400 notes

A veritable library to dig your intellect into
And, silly me, they’re published all over the global net,
You see, an artist must do what an artist has to
My blood’s on your handheld screen so you won’t forget

How you felt at first read and the season that was
The dead of winter? The pit of summer? Or autumn’s intro?
Now that springtime has finally reared its inviting head
I wanna awaken your dormant outdoorswoman flow

Let your hair down, give your thick natural curls to the wind
Lose the windbreaker, the sweater and bare those mocha shoulders,
Please accept this clutch of just-blossomed, fragrant stems
Here, take my hands, feel the grasp of my gifted skin-holders

Can I touch you in spring? Careful, woman, you just may cling
To me like a love letter you can’t seem to put down,
It’s time to re-integrate your warm heart to the outside
My intuition is indicating that we’re romance bound

You aren’t looking, I know, for a complicated spring
Truth is, a woman’s erotic energy rejuvenates thereabouts,
I just happen to be a handsome facilitator
You’ve all the sweet attributes that a smitten man touts

To his trust-worthy confidant who understands the season
And what springtime does to the creativity of a man,
A Mediterranean dinner seaside and by-the-shore poetry
Singing Kem lyrics to you as we walk barefoot in the sand

Were you ever pampered in spring? My, is it a thing
To have done for you from sunrise to crayon sunset,
One day is all I need, an afternoon of yours for me
Mt. Vernon’s cherry blossoms are begging for us yet

And as our day winds down and the evening beckons
Panties become optional beneath that mesmeric sundress,
No mistake, I’m thoroughly a gentleman all season long
But a midnight bath most soothes the woman dispossessed

Of garments that now belong to your winter’s closet
Allow me to wash away the day’s residue if I may,
How would you like a glass of almond champagne?
Meanwhile, I’ll lather your shoulders…for Pamper-Her-Friday….

Hello, spring.

Hello, woman.



Pamper the woman . . . she loves spring. -Rg2

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Posted by on April 6, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 400: ‘From Instagram With Love’ A Love Letter in Verse by Rg2


“From Instagram With Love”

Woman, what are you doing for Pamper-Her-Friday?
Better yet, what are you doing the rest of your life?
If you’d gift me a moment of your presence this evening
I’ll relieve you of the remnants of this week so rife

With office politics and those rigorous hours
To say nothing of your countless domestic chores,
And to learn that your data was stolen on facebook
Seems nothing’s gone right…when it rains, it pours

If I can offer a consolation: It’s spring break eve
It couldn’t have come at any better a time,
I’ve eyed the attractive postings on your Instagram
And if you’ve read a few of mine, it isn’t a crime

To wonder, the mind wonders at visual stimuli
Those eyes, my, those mysterious, enthralling eyes,
They harbor a thousand enchanting hidden love stories
Each one worthy of a novel were I to surmise

Have you ever fallen in love with an anonymous writer?
You haven’t known your heart could be so volatile,
There’s really nothing wrong except trust what you feel
What other man in your universe can elicit a smile

As wide and as long as the one you now wear
Reading this and feeling that it’s written solely for you,
Your assumption is as accurate as any you’ve ever made
Come away with me tonight, girl, we’ll fly to Peru

Moonset dinner by the cliffs, dark mountains appear
In the distance, your resistance to give in to romance,
Is susceptible to surrender to this writer so tender
You’ve never been pampered, woman, give me the chance

You found me on Instagram—this faceless scribe
But you can feel my heart, its beats are your own,
I understand you weren’t looking to fall for a writer
If so, then I suggest you rid yourself of your phone

My letters are ubiquitous but they speak solely to you
Carry me . . . mobile-ly . . . to wherever you go,
From Instagram with love, signed by Rg2
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday and I want you to know:

I’m coming to get you tonight, woman . . .




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

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Posted by on March 31, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 399: ‘Your First Spring Date (I Want To Be)’: A Love Letter In Verse


“Your First Spring Date”

Old Man Winter has lingered a tad too long 
And you’re eager to turn the seasonal page,
So ready to slip into that light-fabric gear
And free yourself from the heavy clothing cage

I’ve a proposal to make for your consideration alone
Call it a wish I’ve held in need of a grant,
What’re the chances I could be your first spring date?
This new season’s revelation that romance is extant

A concert is enticing, your favored eatery has merit
Brazilian salsa, Chi steppin’—we can dance the night away,
I’ll recite to you my poetry at a quiet neutral site
By moonglow and candlelight, for you the piano I’ll play

But if there’s an outing to augur the essence of spring
Under sunlight a slow row with you on the lake,
A satchel full of sweets and make-your-day treats
The serenity and tranquility will take your breath away

Let me ease you into spring, the start of a new fling
Jasmine-laced honey green tea with brandy hints,
May gently rock the boat but, woman, we’ll simply float
Overcome by the fragrance of honeysuckle scents

I wanna row you straight into the sherbet sunset
We’ll put away the trials of your winter storm survival,
It’s a new day, a new season, time for a new love
Are you ready for a mind, body and soul revival?

The high seas this may not be this time around
Our maiden voyage need not navigate waters less tame,
Your voice I want to hear in the bosom of nature’s still
On the paddles I’ll inscribe the initials of your name

A reminder of this day, should it never come again
So difficult would it be that I accept such a fate,
To have pampered you Friday is forever my memory
This privilege bestowed to me: Your first spring date



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

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Posted by on March 24, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 398: ‘Oprah Sold & Everyone Hates GE’: A Love Letter


“Oprah Sold & Everyone Hates GE”


My Angel,

Per the March 6th SEC filing, Oprah sold 2.72 million shares of Weight Watchers stock. She sold 2.36 million shares and donated 361,000 shares to her charity. Prior to the sale, Oprah owned 6.3 million shares bought at $6.79 per and she controls options to buy an additional 3.5 million shares at $6.97 per. The stock (ticker: WTW) closed today at $63.38. She’s made about 9 times her initial investment—a nearly $150 million profit. She’ll make even more on the options going forward. Genius, she. And WTW has brought aboard DJ Khaled in a pitch role.

We, too, sold about half our shares. I intend to let the remainder ride and see what Khaled does for the numbers. As long as Oprah’s in, we see no reason to sell altogether. I advise you to do the same.

On General Electric (GE):

GE is the ugliest, most hated, most toxic, most diseased, most heartbreaking, most inglorious migraine-inducing so-called conglomerate in the history of American-born and -bred industrials. Its fall from business-titan grace is shameful if not borderline criminal. Each and every criticism and profanity spewed about it from former/current shareholders and sideliners alike is justified and much deserved.

But this ain’t Enron nor WorldCom.

And that’s why I’m buying as many shares as possible at these firesale prices (just under $15 per) . . . before Buffett gets in.

Of course, it wouldn’t be Pamper-Her-Friday without the “pampering,” would it? So, what do you say we do a bayside dinner at Mindi’s Cove and take in “A Wrinkle in Time” at the show? On the drive up the coast you can tell me how it feels to be the owner of a treasure chest of GE shares that’re sure to bounce going forward—in addition to the WTW shares I sold at 8-times profit in your behalf.

With a little patience, we can hit the jackpot and then celebrate once again on a Pamper-Her-Friday at the end of the rainbow.

I promise it’ll be worth the wait. Happy Pamper-Her-Friday, angel.

The very thought of you,


Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

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


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 397: ‘Share the Rain with Me Tonight’


“Share the Rain with Me Tonight”

Your hair? A simple pony tail or bandana wrap
Tonight’s forecast portends a steady downpour,
I want us under one roof facing my fireplace
Should it shower all night, we’ll simply ignore

The pitter and splatter of droplets on the window
In Southern California hardly ever does it rain,
I want you near me to mark this rare occurrence
All week long has been your fragrance on my brain

This creative romantic writing thing gets harder
and harder, it does, except when I write of you,
The wordsmith comes out, this pampersmith then shouts
Breathing on you night-long until the morning dew

Fogs the pane so thick to fingerscript your name
Hopeful the clouds disallow moonlight to break through,
Rain, rain, don’t you dare go away, please stay
And multiply this Pamper-Her-Friday by two

An extended stay to accommodate our extended play
Woman, we can talk, joke, laugh, and even pantomime,
If it becomes an all-nighter, I’ll be your candlelighter
We’ll get lost in one another with no regard for time

Just come, won’t you come? and share with me some
Slow-cooked jambalaya with the most tender andouille,
With basmati so fluffy and whose grains so fragrant
Once sampled on your palate and you may even chew me

Take me in small bites and let’s indulge in the delights
Of this wet-weather sequester with a sweet table red,
A romantic comedy sounds nice on the 4K device
On my chest, here, come and rest your tender head

It’s a stormy, rainy night in Southern California
On the quilted throws by the fire we’ll lay,
Close your eyes and let the rain fall endlessly
And let me breathe on you, woman, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper the woman . . . . -Rg2

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Posted by on March 3, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 396: ‘The Romantic Panther’ A Post-Valentine Ask: The Romantic Valentine Collection by Rg2 (38)


“The Romantic Panther”

Admit it, woman: Wednesday was rather meh
The flowers arrived like clockwork—a nice thought,
The question, however, just won’t dissipate:
Are you in love? Or was that all for naught?

Only you can answer the uncomfortable question
The Friday after Valentine’s is an inconvenient truth,
You wanna go out to spark the three-day weekend
But seeing him again is getting long in the tooth

Are you obligated? You the lock and he the key?
Is yours, tonight, an unenviable dilemma?
I suggest you call in sick and come with me
Thai food and then Black Panther at the cinema

The twist: An intimate, private screening for two
I’m taking you to Wakanda, girl, just you and I,
A cache of vibranium will soon be your possession
We’re going beyond VR glasses over the eye

The theatre grows a little chilly in its darkness
No worries, I brought a blanket to cover your lap,
The Stella Rose black stem will be at your fingertips
To request a refresher? On the armrest simply tap

The comfort you’ll feel won’t be by happenstance
Woman, you’ve harbored me long…kinda like a song,
The soundtrack to the tribal freedom fighters on screen
Even the most noble super hero is in the wrong

If he treats his woman sans traditional virtue
You’re much more than an ephemeral Valentine,
Go ahead, rest your pretty head on my shoulder
Yes, we’ve long been on the other’s mind

Here, open this envelope as the credits roll
The contents? Disney stock certificates in your name,
The Panther and Marvel are properties of Mickey
Love, we, too, can win in this investment game

But a player I’m not, woman, I’ve had my run
I just want to hold your hand at the movie, if I may,
We can’t bring the 14th back but tonight is beautiful
Can I kiss you like a Valentine . . . on Pamper-Her-Friday?



Pamper the woman . . . like a forever Valentine. -Rg2

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Posted by on February 17, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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