Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

How is it you’ve entered my stream of consciousness
Thinking of you, woman, is no alternative fact,
You’re the sole hearer of this interior monologue
Were I to write it down, how might you react?

Try as I have, to douse this emotive inferno
Burning with the fury of a thousand suns,
Extinguish, you must, the heat lest it transfers
Hold onto your Valentine heart or away it runs

To a captivating scribe penning honestly to you
I can’t justify opening a door to my majestic world,
My Jehova knows you’re the axis on which it spins
The custom necklace is now being rubied and pearled

Only the rarest earth stones in all their vibrant tones
Shall adorn your limbs should I have my way,
Your silhouette is visible even in midnight darkness
Your telling eyes they haunt me with their diamonds inlay

How do I ask thee? I shan’t count the ways
The inspirations you elicit, my, are they far too many,
Place your tender fingers atop this writer’s pulse
So quickened by your effect so as there isn’t any

If anything I may give to you, they are the words
that flow from my spirit and my mind thereabouts,
Allow my thoughts to be consumed by your fragrance…?
…I cannot, woman, I won’t … but there are doubts

Lurking within my pen, in my hand, my cerebellum
There, in the nether regions, you won’t go away,
Perhaps you’re carrying my feelings as your very own
My instincts hint at interchangeable words we’d say

But you need not open that Pandora’s Box
Such an action is likened to a forbidden task,
Let me write to thee unencryptedly
For only you would understand this writer’s ask

I want you to think of me as I you—no less
There is something within me, indeed, you possess
No longer able am I to withhold the sign
Would you consider me most worthy of your Valentine?

-Rg2

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A special Ask for a special Woman. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Dear Valentine,

President Obama returned my call this morning
He was in the throes of a President Trump letter:
Wishing the incoming Commander all the best
Class personified, that Obama, a national tone-setter

“What’s on your mind, Roy?” asked the two-term chief
“Well, sir, I could use your respected Valentine advice
“This lovely I’ve recently met is considering others
“Should I play it strategically or simply roll the dice?”

Somewhat flabbergasted, historic #44 replied:
“She’s contemplating others, you’re kidding me, right?
“Does she know you’re founder of Pamper-Her-Friday?
“Perhaps she’s unaware her fire only you can ignite…”

“Well, not exactly,” I had to break it to the president
“I haven’t revealed to her that particular creative exploit
“Didn’t want to prejudice her method of choice-making
“I could either go brash or more subtle and adroit….”

“…and what if she says yes to the other persistent asker
“What then will you do?” the president posed,
I paused for a tad, “Well, then, we weren’t meant to be
“In the game of love, sometimes that’s just how it goes”

“Sounds as if it doesn’t hold urgent import to you;
“I sense a rather nonchalance in your response, my friend,
“If her heart is truly yours for the asking and the taking …
“… rescue her before appears another shark fin”

That last line he left me, it radiated poignance
Mr. President is keen to many a shark-infested water,
A man must know when to row from when to set sail
Miss Robinson was walking fast, but surely he caught her

Few things are as priceless as a president’s counsel
Advice is as good as a receiver’s willingness to heed,
But what you deserve is less a rescuer than a pamperer
Other prospects got the jump but shaky is their lead

Let me introduce myself to you to lessen the heavy
My name is Greer, Roy Greer, to be formally exact,
I’ve come to vie for the privilege of your Valentine hand
To propose the distinction of a higher romantic pact

With this bracelet, my lady, I sincerely vow
To gently take your hand while before you I bow,
As you read this letter my heart you’ll unmask
Come away with me–forever–is my Valentine ask.

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Inside her lives Romance. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

I hear Idris Elba is offering a contest
With a heavy emphasis on the British accent,
If you’re tempted to apply among the hopeful rest
Might you consider an option equally as opulent?

I won’t feign a dialect to enhance my odds
Though you’re more than worthy of my effort to impress,
Your ability to discern the genuines from the frauds
He’s a “highly questionable”; I’m a bona fide “yes”

Woman, my aims are clear and my ask sincere
I intend to crack the code of your Valentine vault,
Sanskrit poetry and a little something from De Beers®
If your heart is vulnerable, you can say it’s my fault

I lack the voiceover creds; I’m not the James Bond-type
No fiction character am I the stuff of every girl’s dream,
But I detect you’re of an ilk not seduced by the hype
Woman, we would make one helluva romantic team . . .

Like the lovely Annette Bening and the timeless Warren Beatty
Or the deeply abiding love between Paula and Denzel,
It would be my utter privilege to fete you like a lady
Such as Barack does so honorably for his Lady Michelle

What is this ask you sense so brimming from my pen?
Out with it, your eyes appear to gently demand,
To other suitors your heart you can only lend
Let me place this box in the palm of your hand

With these diamonds, woman, I passionately vow
To be your devoted Valentine right here, right now,
To offer much more than some pretty Idris line
Look into my eyes and tell me you’ll be mine.

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Pamper the woman . . . even if you’re not a movie star. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

. . . don’t dare change your hair for me
You needn’t alter any part of you
For it is heaven’s art that I consider thee
Your heart need not be laden with rue . . .

. . . for vetting the other men’s vocal pleas
Though tempting, might they be substanceless
Allow them, each, their turn on bended knees
While I present to you the ruby red dress

Gracefully slip it on in the mirror’s full view
Ballerina a twirl three hundred sixty degrees
The giver’s eyes appear from the motley crue
Chocolates exclusively from San Francisco’s See’s

No, don’t change a strand of your hair for me
The others may request that you suit their needs
If you care for me, woman, simply think of me
If my chest they cut, it’s your heart that bleeds . . .

. . . like a Valentine, a not-so-funny Valentine

Is it truly laughable that you be mine?

-Rg2

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Romance lives forever in her heart. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

The last of the put-aways will be the mistletoe
I’m in no rush to dismantle it from atop the door,
We have up to the second before midnight Saturday
Tonight is the pamper-you prequel to the encore

We’re snowed in, angel, stranded in the great indoors
Doesn’t it look like the arctic has paid us a visit?
No worries, I’ve gathered ample wood, the fridge is full
I’ve prepared for this occasion—wouldn’t dare miss it

The bar is populated with a bevy of winter spirits
How about a hot-buttered rum or a Bailey’s mint cream?
Something silky on the palate with a warm down-flow
To take the lingering chill off your bones. . .it may seem

I’m just what the doctor ordered in the dead of winter
Trust me, I had nothing to do with the blizzard outside,
But if this is St. Nick’s idea of a romantic sequester
It’s a parting gift even better than a sleigh ride

Here, have a sip of this, can you taste the nutmeg?
Well now, there’s something gathering in your eyes,
Yes, I can feel the sentiments flowing through you
Careful now, woman, you may just provoke a rise

Over which I have little control, coupled with this rum
Who’d have thought being trapped could be so good,
Cabin fever is more than the stuff of creative fiction
I’d better take from the cord more pieces of wood

To add to the fire and intensify the flames
How the glow reflects off your honeymocha skin,
Come, l wanna take you under my wing
This is our safehouse, not an iniquity den

Well, a little iniquity never hurt anybody
When the heart is pure and intentions are true,
Such as holding you close in the middle of a storm
There’s a sanctity to this moment and aren’t we due . . .

This tranquil, quiet time; our own hibernation time
The perfect way to celebrate the last Pamper-Her-Friday,
Of a year in which we’ve lost many a loved one
We count our blessings to have seen another as we lay

I thank you deeply for my gift and, even more, your love
For making this holiday season one to remember,
And if you’ll do me the honor . . . under the mistletoe
A final kiss of what will be an unforgettable December

And since we’ve nowhere to go . . .

. . . let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

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Peace, Love, Joy . . . and Romance in the new year. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Your hand in mine on this blustery, sacred night
I want to give my love to you fully clothed,
I cherish peace in our home, may it be on earth
Good will to those we love—even those we’ve loathed

Mind if I say a prayer? Feel free to chime in
“Heavenly Father, I thank you not for the gifted things,
But your provisions of food, washing me of sin
My devoted provider no equal . . . the king of kings

“I thank you for my mother’s health, my sisters’ health
For your eternal guiding light upon the grands,
And for this woman who finds tranquility in my arms
Precious Lord, our very lives we place in your hands

“We know Kris Kringle can’t hold a candle to you
A savior he’s not, a redeemer he simply can’t be,
But if the jolly giver reflects just a tinsel of your virtue
Then every man, woman, and child will truly be free

“The stable roof above our heads, our hearth ablaze
The hearty scent of poultry wafting about our home,
Your sacrifice, Father, your resurrection we honor
This house you’ve made a chapel, a protective dome…

“…is your hand upon our heads, blessed is thy name
So grateful we are that you’ve never left our side,
Those times we failed to acknowledge your presence
Rest assured your existence we’ve never denied

“My tower, you are, our power, you certainly are
My salvation, my refuge, my inner and outer joy,
You are the source, indeed, my spiritual force
From the day you rescued that troubled little boy…

“…into the man who understands what it all means
Reverence for life, reverence for love—to never forget,
You’re the infinite reason for this fleeting season
Heavenly Father, we remain forever in your debt”

Merry Christmas, angel, a little something to unwrap
for a sacred Pamper-Her-Friday by candlelight,
Giving thanks for your love and the man above
Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night.

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Pamper the woman . . . and remember your blessings. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Funny this dream I had and you were its feature
A wealthy stranger presented you with a ring,
He said to himself, “These diamonds will reach her….”
Upon reveal, you were captivated by the bling

I couldn’t compete, love, my means were humble
Admittedly, I feared I would likely lose you,
Wealth is a formidable rival to the working man
My dream’s Christmas was looking awfully blue

Then appeared a wise woman from the periphery
“But do you think of Roy?” she flippantly tosses out,
“Isn’t this ring beautiful,” you answer the sage
As the diamonds in the oval shoot sparkles about

“But do you think of Roy?” the elderly woman repeats
Your eyes momentarily abandon the striking gem,
“Why do you think of him?” the echo travels your ear
Suddenly you find yourself reminiscing on a whim:

The little evergreen tree we ornamented together
Sipping homemade cider with the brandy hints,
Charles Brown and Bobby Womack on the radio
Wrapping gifts with paper printed with peppermints

Did you feel safe? Did you feel warm? My sole concern
You were free to leave any moment you were ill at ease,
You nestled in my arms as we watched A Christmas Carol
We both eager to see Scrooge rid of his selfish disease

I woke up from the dream, love, and dagnabbit you . . .
You somehow were still cradled in my arms,
Like me, you simply want to be—closer than close
My chest is your furnace from the winter blizzard harms

You asked me what I wanted for Christmas, remember?
I paused and squeezed you: “I have all that I need,”
“What would you like Santa to bring you?” I returned
“For the first time I feel as if my soul is freed . . .”

Free from commercialism, from mercantilism
Free to sing a carol of your choice in my ear,
Intimacy is a gift of its very own I’ve learned
Look, love, is that a reindeer sleigh in the midnight clear?

Being that I’m here and you’re, yonder, there
I’ve made arrangements for a package’s arrival,
A personal delivery from ol’ St. Nick himself
A little something to spark a romantic revival

In your heart of hearts I truly want to stay awhile
I realize others want to be close to you,
But there’s a fire between us that won’t dissipate
Tonight I’m dimming the lights to a romantic hue

You see, so many deserving women will go without
a mistletoe indulgence in which to partake,
My being a one-woman man—God help them all
For I intend to caress you for intimacy sake

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

I wanna be close to you.

-Rg2

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

The fleeting image remaineth still
I try in vain to vanquish—not,
The timeless pleasure of your memory
If once was lost, I’ve surely caught

On this first day of Christmas
The Santa helpers are filled with glee,
Of all the presents to be delivered
Remembrance of you is gift to me

What is your wish this giving season?
There’s hardly a cost I would not pay,
For the valuation matters little
An artisan could make but can he say . . .

What stirs his heart cannot be priced
Trinkets and garments and gems and things,
You’re worth them all man-made’s material
But there’s a joy that intimacy brings

Unmatched by all earthly efforts
A woman should be held by sacred arms,
I’ll make us mochas in anticipation
Some holiday wizardry with all the charms . . .

Of a simple but earnest man whose love
Is unadorned but generously true,
What does Christmas deeply mean
If not a chestnut fire with you

Here we are, this first day of Christmas
The chocolatiers are filled with glee,
Of all the presents yet to be wrapped
I simply want you by my fragrant tree . . . .

(to be cont.)

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She wants intimacy for the holidays. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®