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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 326: ‘The Friday Chocolatini Affair Part 2–Lights Off’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (90)

Nite bath

 

(Double Rated Rg2: Exclusively Women)

 

“The Friday Chocolatini Affair Part 2—Lights Off”

Close your eyes, woman, give yourself to the water
If I have to repeat myself, I’m leaving—pronto,
I have no interest in role playing this evening
You’re void of control tonight—I’m the head honcho

Lights off; candles on, the steam’s increasingly dense
Summer heat seeps as the humidity becomes thick,
A thermostat adjustment at your request I’ll oblige
And a chocolatini refresher? I’ll make it quick

A creamy drizzle carousels the lip of each glass
Continuing the sweet seepage along the tender arms,
I’m your official dessert taster, absolutely no waster
Don’t fret if I happen to set off body alarms

Such as those strategically located near the ribs
And the couple hot spots astride the lower spine,
The cartilage comprising each earlobe is vulnerable
You quiver as I lip-tinker your neck…a telltale sign?

You’re not much of a fighter against this gentle biter
Good, there’s no point in feigning resistance,
Ease up, now rest your bottom on my hand like so
Now ride the buoy, body ahoy! yes, my insistence

In serving unparalleled pampering pleasure to you
Woman, there is no other west of the Mississippi,
Who matches the meticulousness, the erotic viciousness
of this Friday mixologist who has you borderline tipsy

Drunk in love, all night, I’m keeping the suds above
the rim of the tub like a blanket covering your silhouette,
So that my hands disappear into the ivory morass
in search of treasures so valuable when moist and wet

A kneecap sighting, my, are they scrumptiously inviting
A choco-drizzle in circle formation I’ll gladly trace,
Sampling the sweetness at 90-degree angles
Evidence of naughty indulgence pasted on my face

You like? I like; thank goodness you possess two
Perhaps I can make the other one jealous with attention,
Float on, my lady, as the tide rolls along just maybe
You’ll erupt from the motion, oh, did I fail to mention

Bubbles may surface to perform a topside dance
Funny they appear in tandem with your exhalations,
Easy, let’s not cause a tidal wave of suds overboard
Unless you’re sending ready-for-more intimations

At your leisure, your discretion, I serve at your pleasure
If you’re ready for landfall, then anchors aweigh,
My pamper-her bag contains a host of other surprises
As we continue Part 2 of this Pamper-Her-Friday.

____________

***
The best pampering begins on Friday. -Rg2

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Posted by on September 2, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 325: ‘The Friday Chocolatini Affair’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (89)

PamperBath

 

“The Friday Chocolatini Affair”

Is it true your shoulders have begun to feel abandoned?
Have moist-whispers-along-your-neck visits been revoked?
Fed up with the impostor posing as summer love?
Have your primordial desires ever truly been stoked?

Face it, your Friday-after-work sighs have grown longer
The L.A.-back-to-the-Inland Valley commute is brutal,
Even in the opulent BMW you’d rather be a passenger
And all strategies to arrive home quicker prove futile

The “home sweet home” doormat never looks better
than after a week of sparring with ceaseless job demands,
What if a handsome servant arrived only moments after
And gently cradled both your aching feet in his hands

His medical bag he sets upon the living room table
Behold, his pamper-her bag takes its place alongside,
The contents of neither will exacerbate body discomfort
Woman, Dr. Heal/Mr. Thrill is about to turn the tide . . .

Tell me, where does it hurt? So I can gently insert
a cluster of witch hazel-doused gauze betwixt the toes,
Each heel deserves an extended emollient rub
The mahogany device? I won’t yet reveal where it goes

A slow topical solution layered on for soothing effect
Suction cups and a riveting finger-puncture exercise,
Organic-flower balm inspires an epidermal calm
A simple nod of your head permits me to improvise

Won’t you arrange your hair in a Korean-style bun
As I position the fluffed towel beneath your neck’s arch,
With your hand on my shoulder, rest your arm atop mine
Now close your eyes as I engage a double-palm march

From forehand to wrist to forearm to bicep
Exerting pleasure pressure on the tense shoulder blades,
The bundles of nerve endings are loosening their grip
A pang at base of your neck? I’m ensuring it fades

A professional thigh-master am I, like an erotic samurai
On a mission, a welcome duty, for the pamper-her cause,
But before I delve further into my favorite inner region
I suggest we take a strawberry-garnished chocolatini pause

Let’s sip and berry dip, mmm, when it drips from your lips
My job as your summer bather you’ve just upped the fun,
Silky feel the thighs, careful, you’ll awaken a surprise
There’s no question our Pamper-Her-Friday has now begun

(to be cont.)

_____________

***
The best pampering begins on Friday. -Rg2

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Posted by on August 26, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 324: ‘Romance is a Yes Away’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (88)

The Sarojin Hotel Thailand 2

 

“Romance is a ‘Yes’ Away”

It’s as if you’re fighting your inner permission
A tortured refusal to oblige my midsummer ask,
Be advised: I’ve the stamina to weather lovers’ attrition
The last romantic standing? Woman, I’m up for the task

I’ve poured myself a zinfandel as I develop this ode
Each man should take time to write to her in solitude,
A mental gander of your face on a wall of my abode
You’ve stirred within me an intensely rhapsodic mood

Have you ever been to Niagara Falls, Canada-side?
The playful mist-drench from the belly of the showers,
There’s romance in the cascading downpour I confide
Could I simply hold you there, in nature’s midst, on hours

A waterfall chase I’m not exactly suggesting we engage
But it’s mystical when water from above meets its floor,
The symphonic roar of that hydro-war sets the stage
for a summer chemistry neither of us has had before

But you’re afraid, I detect, rather reluctantly afraid
Everything in your native power to avoid a yes,
I commend you the strict self-guarding you’ve obeyed
If I represent the third suitor of three risks—I’m the less

And you know it, woman, every ounce of you knows it
There’s reason you haven’t rid your psychology of me,
This living, breathing, intriguing scribe-turned-romantic
My instinct has signaled your restrained inner plea

You, yes, you, woman, you’re absolutely no bit o’ good
to those hat-tossers, social-followers and hapless rose-senders,
None of them is closer to your heart than should
be the one and only writer whose unrivaled tenders

Honor you, so fond of you, I wanna magic wand you
Into the boxcar-deluxe right next to me to Toronto,
The international shoppes we’ll splurge more than a few
They’ll admire the chemistry between the lady and her beau

We’ll make our way to the pristine Northwest territories
Where Mountain Province Diamonds is among the miners,
Rare Earth-produced gems are the stuff of untold stories
Choose one, raw and uncut, I’ll commission the designers

But it’s as if you’re fighting your inner permission
Denying or self-sabotaging(?) our summer’s getaway,
When you’re ready, I’m patient, when you’re truly ready
The waterfalls are most beautiful on Pamper-Her-Friday.

_____________

***

Romance is a yes away. -Rg2

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Posted by on August 19, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 323: ‘The Morning Pamperer Awakens Her’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (87)

Breeze breakfast

 

“The Morning Pamperer Awakens Her”

On my drive to work this morning, funny thing this:
I approached a nonproverbial fork in the road,
Veer left and classes await; veer right and on to you
Woman, I’ve decided to put academia on hold

Only a distraction would be my thoughts of you
And I’m a learned man of enviable focus,
But I awoke with your name indelibly on my brain
Conjuring your dreamy likeness with a hocus-pocus

It took over me, this thing you are, about mid-route
My hands steady on the wheel at ten and two,
Michael Franks in my playlist began crooning to boot
Woman, I’m overcome, I just need to see you

I long to put gentle hands on you in the morning air
Breakfast at Tiffany’s is calling us at the ocean’s shore,
Should you feign a sudden fever the job might care
But, come now, you need a reprieve from the office bore

A summer’s morning rendezvous for just us two
Spontaneity, they say, is among the spices of life,
We’ll let it linger into brunch and if it passes through lunch
All the better the realization that our company’s rife

With fun, so much fun, and so much zeal and zest
As I open my motorcar door you helplessly smile,
That quiet search for chivalry, woman, I end your quest
Naturally it comes to me, no need for a romantic file

Mentally stowed away for a rain-or-shine day . . .
Not so, mine are the instincts inbred foreverlast,
Our heritage is one of kings loving queens to convey
for generations hence our past is indeed a sacred past

That it may never die, angel, our summer romance is nigh
We have a date with destiny to the Spanish Isles,
Yes, we’re jetting continent to continent on the fly
And on to Rio to witness the mastery of Simone Biles

Remember, it’s not where you go but whom you’re with
Our romantic options? There’s an endless array,
My weekend has opened itself to you
There’s something magic about this Pamper-Her-Friday . . .

You feel It?

__________________

***
Pamper the woman . . . and capture her heart. -Rg2

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Posted by on August 13, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 322: ‘Before Summer Ends’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (86)

Dinner in Santorini

 

“Before Summer Ends”

What has been your summer’s romance experience
thus far? Have great expectations gone unmet?
How many dates has your calendar been too busy for?
Is there an ask in particular you’d like to reset?

You realize summer can be as unforgiving as beautiful
Only takes one sunset in the arms of a chosen man,
To render the emptiness of summer days now past
A distant memory as we create footprints in the sand

The most stable homeowner can be spiritually homeless
Emotionally and romantically homeless, might that be you?
Canine company, girlfriends and digital flix for company
Why must tender moments of summer love be few?

Woman, I wanna run away with you, go astray with you
Better yet, why don’t you run awry into these arms of mine,
You’ve tried the others but your soul somehow wanders
Because the truth in your heart has already drawn its line

Your fragrance, I wonder, your hidden treasures I won’t plunder
Your trust and my conscience would not forgive me no end,
Hot August nights may intensify two bodies in heat
A cool drink of spring water for this cauldron we’ll fend

Off the pretextual desires but when the asexual expires
Romance is unleashed, free touch radicals are loosed,
There’s only one for whom your body unlocks the gate
Vodka or gin no matter, woman, I’m bringing the juice

Frozen yogurt cocktails are summer never-fails
Romantic acoustic guitar strings for you I’ll strum,
To play an endless rift on you, girl, I’m so adrift in you
Your bottled kisses saved for summer? Damn, I want some

Close your wondrous opal eyes while I unfurl the sails
You and I on the mid-seas, can you feel the breeze?
I wanna hold you topside, the seafarer’s oath I’ll abide
As you recline in my arms, ever so gently I’ll squeeze

I want you to take my captain’s hat and ivory sweater
I’m a privileged co-navigator in your thrall after all,
We’ll sail into the moonlight, sipping mariner martinis
’til the sunrise beckons? It’s your option, your call

Great expectation for summer need not be fiction
Pamper-Her-Friday compels us that it not go unmet,
The dog days of summer we’ll let the others suffer
There’s a romance in August that awaits us yet.

___________

***
Pamper the woman . . . before summer ends. -Rg2

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Posted by on August 5, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 321: ‘The Romantic Dividend Date’ A Love Invitation: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (85)

Romantic feast

 

“The Romantic Dividend Date”

Hello, Beautiful,

It would have been a lovely first date—that summer Friday. So let’s make it up on short notice. Let’s post-date the date that wasn’t, shall we?

Mind if I put the pretense of impressing you aside? I believe our simply being in one another’s company will leave a memorable impression upon us.

There’s a dimly lit but lively craft burger joint—a hidden gem that doesn’t bother advertising—only a few minutes’ drive from the Ontario Improv off Fourth St. D.L. Hughley goes on at 9:00, so why don’t we coalesce around 6:55 in the interest of good time.

I hear the organic bison, garlic-infused double-decker on brioche with the hand-cut, Tuscany-seasoned zucchini and eggplant fries is the Pamper-Her-Friday special—free of charge if the lady simply whispers the password to the host upon arrival.

Apparently the Pamper-Her-Friday marketing alliance has boosted table and bar receipts for the eatery more than 30 percent, according to the restaurateur. And I gave the owner a market tip recently that boosted his personal bottom line for which he thanks me each time I see him.

I’d like to share the tip with you: Energy Transfer Partners L.P., a Dallas-based propane and natural gas producer with a diversified portfolio of energy assets, pays a handsome quarterly dividend of $1.05 per share, per quarter no less. The next distribution is payable August 15, record date Aug. 8; must be purchased before Aug. 4 to ensure your check. The ticker? (NYSE: ETP).

Yes, that’s one of the most generous quarterly dividends in the industry.

We can discuss the details over dinner if you’d care to. Such as how many shares you should consider buying—in addition to the bevy of shares I’ve already scooped up in your name.

Absolutely no strings attached. Why?

Well, let’s just say missed first dates shouldn’t be regrettable. Rather, they should be memorable.

Besides, it’s Pamper-Her-Friday.

No better time to have a little fun. I look forward to seeing you.

Oh, and the password? “Romance by Rg2.”

Pamperingly,
Roy

__________________

***
Romance lives. -Rg2

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Posted by on July 29, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 320: ‘Her Flowers of the Heart’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (84)

Exterior bath

 

“Her Flowers of the Heart”

Climatologists confirm the first six months of 2016
the hottest on record, but Rome is not burning,
So long as we escape to a canopied hideaway
to indulge the summer’s romance we’re yearning

We can sip in coolness, even wade in coolness
Can I bathe you in coolness with petals afloat?
Shield you from an envious sun will I
A tray of Bourbon Slushies to you I’ll tote

With fried olives dipped in spiced honey mustard
make for an intriguing aphrodisiacal pairing,
Citrus seasoning-rubbed salmon steaks on the grill
Woman, I wanna give my feelings for you an airing

Public or private—it matters little the venue
Once they’re released, there’s no taking them back,
I understand a bouquet was delivered to your desk
And it wasn’t via my American Express—Black

A beautiful woman deserves to be beautifully feted
Some women are blessed a little more than others,
The competition for her heart heats up in summer
But which one shall she choose, given her druthers?

Am I the wild card, so seemingly unshuffleable
The one lying at table’s edge, apart from your deck?
Flowers in your office are like a bird in your hand
Might you be tempted to say, “Oh, what the heck…”

Take him up on his offer, what is there to lose?
A woman’s heart can be a rather fragile thing,
My grandpops asked, “How does it feel in her company?”
‘Cause if it feels like a garment yielding static cling

You’ll look forward to the next—and the one after that
The mysteries of love can trump the laws of attraction,
It just may be the real thing or a Melania speech
Nothing close to that true Michelle-O satisfaction

Isn’t that, above all, our seek: authenticity of heart
There’s a chance it’s discovered in a summer’s romance,
Petals in the hand can certainly carry a meaning
The message can’t be decoded if ungiven a chance

I want you, yes, I want you and all there is of you
Every cell, every inch, every breath of you,
And if it means abiding by an uncommon patience
I’ll write, wait and create as these feelings accrue

It’s hot, woman, the hottest on man-made record
Rome is not burning but for you does my heart,
There is this summer’s romance carried therein
Am I really that wild card from the deck apart?

There’s flowers in the hand—and flowers in the heart
Go ahead, do what you must to discern the twain,
A summer’s romance we were on its very verge
If not me, I wish you an authenticity to gain . . .

. . . of a blessed summer’s romance.

_______________

***
Pamper the woman . . . authentically. -Rg2

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Posted by on July 22, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 319: ‘Let’s Go, Woman’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (83)

Lake dinner

 

(Rated Rg2: Women Readers Only)

“Let’s Go, Woman”

I’ve given thought to your summer needs, woman
Could you be in need of some mid-July love?
Some Pamper-Her-Friday Eve phone call love?
I know, I know, some concert-in-the-park love . . .

I’ve given thought to your summer needs, princess
Would you be interested in a whim Morongo run?
Here, a hundred-dollar free play, slot starter run
A Maxwell’s Black Summer’s Night-in-the-lounge run

Yeah, I’ve given thought to your summer needs, angel
You need a little fun, like, meet-me-at-the-bookstore fun
The first one there buys the first round of lattes kinda fun
I’ll-be-intentionally-tardy-’cause-the-late-one-buys-dinner fun

Ah, yes, I’ve given thought to your summer needs, Sweetness
You need a spontaneous midnight Rancho Mirage getaway
A cruise down Frank Sinatra Drive with the top down getaway
A Cheesecake Factory cheesecake-at-the-Riverwalk getaway

Uh huh, I’ve given thought to your summer romance needs
How about lunch on a paddle boat in the serenity of the lake?
We can jet ski–you aft seat with arms around me–on the lake
At sunset, we can sip Rodney Strong and foot-wade in the lake

Pretty woman, I’ve given thought to your summer cravings
Might you unspokenly crave frozen yogurt on your thigh
Heaven knows I mustn’t leave it there as it melts on your thigh
Mmm, yogurt’s even sweeter when consumed from your thigh

Listen, girl, I’ve given thought to your summertime fetishes
Fresh fruit slush poured into ice trays for–voila–play cubes
Now, there has to be a way to convert these to naughty cubes
Could these be surf-the-canal-of-your-warm-back cubes?

Sure enough, I’ve given thought to your summer laughter, Love
Oh, that itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini
You know the last thing to wear in my proximity is a bikini
Must you traipse around me in that cousin-to-the-thong ‘kini

So you’ve thought about snapchatting me with a summer filter?
Well alright, the cute headdress accentuating the eyes is a go
Ah, the popsicle-red tongue superimposed is a definite go
Come over here, woman, I’ve no time for this Pokémon Go

Of course I’ve given thought to your summer sweet tooth
Remember the old-fashioned ice cream sandwich sweet?
Vanilla cream on a stick dipped in chocolate and peanuts sweet?
A fresh strawberries with french vanilla over poundcake sweet?

Lo and behold, I’ve got a handle on your summer’s romance
A you in my arms as we lay in the hammock, stargazing night
A blanket beneath us in the coolness of the grass kinda night
Sipping on strawberry lemonade as I recite poetry to you night

Would that be alright?

Let’s go.

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday.

_______________

***

Pamper the woman . . . with a summer’s romance. -Rg2

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Posted by on July 15, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 318: ‘Why Reparations is a Great American Idea,’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (82) Vol. V

U.S. Congress: Conducting a Fervent Sit-in to Force a Vote on Gun Violence

U.S. Congress: Conducting a Fervent Sit-in to Force a Vote on Gun Violence

 

My Angel,

I’d love for you to join me this evening for a romantic dinner rendezvous. I want to run an idea past you—far-fetched as is its nature, I welcome your perspective, criticism and/or rebuttal.

I’m in the process of writing Congressman John Lewis et al with a detailed proposal for reparations for living, breathing descendants of American slaves. I mean, have you seen what he and his colleagues did recently, their compelling hours-long sit-in to force a vote on gun violence? Quite a spectacle, their collective passion and resolve. I was moved.

What if they came together so fervently for a vote on reparations?

Bernie Sanders said he’s not for the idea because “. . . it wouldn’t pass congress.” Fair enough. He’s been in it about half his lifetime—the guy has insight.

But was there ever a collective sit-in like we’ve just witnessed—where congresspersons were so intent on saving humanity from itself—but in the cause of the humanity of American slave descendants?

When things get detrimentally bad, people act, no? When America ever feels existentially threatened, hasn’t she always acted? The impossible becomes the possible, no?

One of my anglo writing cohorts slipped up recently and said, “I don’t see why black Americans vote for Hillary . . . it just means more prisons to be built for them.” I appreciated her candor.

I couldn’t argue the track record. And just imagine law enforcement autonomy under a Pres. Trump. A pick-your-poison proposition if there ever was one, no?

Now, reparations is no panacea for all that ills a least-thought-of people, I understand. Then again, could it be?

Randall Robinson, author of “The Debt,” pegs the net present value of centuries of free black labor in the single-digit trillions (with a ‘t’). The value has only increased since the publishing of his text.

A pipe dream, say you? No way can repayment be made? The country’s broke as it is? Oh really?

Remember the savings and loan debacle under Pres. Bush (41)? The dot-com implosion at the turn of the century? The Great Recession (started by Lehman Bros.’ demise)? Trillions disappeared, wiped off the books, right?

And the banks were replenished by the treasury. The Federal Reserve flooded the system with new money (quantitative easing, it’s called). When times become desperate, America acts, no?

But only on her priorities does she act, say you? And reparations is the least of her priorities? Good counter, Love. But let’s dig a little deeper.

When Pres. Clinton signed NAFTA, he knew jobs would be lost in droves here in America. Jobs follow cheaper labor. And job losses (especially low-to-mid tech jobs) would affect the working, less educated masses most (at least initially).

Public schools in non-affluent areas aren’t profitable and neither was the public prison system. Hence, make them private and investable (stocks) to shareholders. And contract prison labor to companies salivating at the cheapest of labor.

If prisons are now profitable, they must be built; if they are built, they must be fed. And the explosion continues. And the attendant jobs: wardens, guards, construction, maintenance, etc. Once a business model is built around an industry, there’s no going back.

But what if a business model were built around reparations, in the interest of a stronger, better America?

If social security is on the brink, it needs tax-paying workers to keep it solvent. If most of the high-paying, high-tech jobs of today are going unfilled because employers can’t find qualified labor, imagine instead of public-school-students-straight-to-prison, corporation-aligned feeder schools are built (or converted) that offer the exact skills the country needs to flourish in this new century.

People ask, “How would the money be put to greatest use without being squandered?” Oh, you have that same question, Love? Here, let’s have a sip of this zinfandel first and I’ll delineate.

1) Mortgage-free, modern, smart homes to be built on allotted homesteaded land (clean land not near landfills, degraded environment, nor oil fracking); property taxes assessed accordingly.

2) Either free college tuition/room/board to any institution (including post-graduate studies) in the country or corporations-aligned feeder schools built from which corporations directly recruit graduates, via binding contract. Certified curriculums to include the arts, education, health sciences, environmental sciences, tech/computer coding sciences, artificial intelligence, virtual reality, engineering, or whatever fields are in demand by the economy).

3) Reparations-funded banks to finance business and personal loans for the historically red-lined and unbanked. No extortionist interest rates. Each institution to offer free money management/investment programs. No-interest loans provided contingent on borrowers first engaging the programs.

4) Free, generational healthcare from any government-funded health facility and/or reparations-funded incentives for health professionals to build private practices in the historically underserved community with a binding commitment to moral, ethical healthcare and their license renewals contingent on staying abreast of and continual implementation of new/evolving medical best practices and equipment.

5) Once the first tranche of compensation is disseminated to recipients to adequately cover the first 4 mandates, a substantial portion to be allotted to a stock-market fund (similar to a pension fund like CalPers) indexed to the most stable companies in the world, precious metals, utilities, farms, etc. And U.S. government treasuries/bonds. And an equally sized, liquid savings fund not invested in the markets. An annual dividend as a percentage of the funds’ capital gains to be allotted to reparation recipients and their dependents, cradle to grave.

6) Unfettered access to legal professionals (or reparations-funded incentives for prospective law students) who are expert in policing/police misconduct law. Including expert business/real estate/finance/internet lawyers with a vested interest in representing and empowering reparations recipients.

7) The funding of libraries/computer labs which double as recreational/sports and community centers (poetry, theatre, thought-exchange hubs) in historically underserved, reparations-designated communities.

8) Free, comprehensive child care for working mothers and fathers to include top-notch pre-school/kindergarten services.

9) For families caring for children with cognitive and/or physical disabilities, unfettered access to community-based and professional disability/medical facilities and programs which specialize in empowerment, compassion, research and development for maximum quality of life.

10) A designated Pamper-Her-Friday on which both women and the ancestors who worked, bled and died for our cause are honored via an annual or semi-annual themed ceremony/gala/vigil/celebration which will reaffirm our humanity and its eternal sacredness.

There, Love, did I miss anything? I probably have but I think it’s a nice rough draft. Feel free to edit to your liking.

Oh, and for those current descendants of slaves who refuse to even fathom recompense, who believe the idea is silly and far afield, who feel the government would never agree to it, who frankly resent the thought of reparations because they are somehow ashamed of their history or simply wish to forget it away, they’ll be encouraged to sign a binding document renouncing their rights to any and all recompense.

No point in offending their forget-the-past sensibilities.

Now, how about we take a walk down by the shoreline, angel? Just think, our great-great grandparents never got a chance to do something so simply elegant.

I wanna hold your hand.

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

Yours always,
Rg2

_____________________

***

“Never shall I forget.” -Elie Weisel

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Posted by on July 8, 2016 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 317: ‘Will You Wear a White Dress?’: ‘A Summer’s Romance’ Collection by Rg2 (81) Vol. V

Dinner by the sea

“Will You Wear a White Dress?”

In honor of Pamper-Her-Friday I have arranged
an Amtrak jaunt for you, due Santa Ramara west,
Lest this summer we find ourselves estranged
Never a man of ask, I pose but one request:

A white dress, preferably subtly off the shoulder
Yours will be the window seat with outermost view,
Adjacent to you my absence, a silent placeholder
My face in the passing trees of my presence in lieu

This lonely man, yes, a lonely man am I
But more desperate men exist in the relation-space,
Living I’ve been in the periphery of my savior’s eye
I haven’t voiced this longing for your summer embrace

For reasons sentimental having contained my urge
‘I want you’; ‘I need you’: The words of a weak man,
To fathom you may one morning leave, I kept submerged
A lost summer to regret henceforth, I cannot let stand

Writing, reciting, god, how I’ve been politing the days
Not giving enough to you, barely more to the manuscript,
My vulnerables in reserve that I might preserve the ways
of an abundant lovelessness into which I’ve slipped

And there you are, an invited guest ungiven an invite
Inviting me conditionally against your open heart,
Somehow loving this stranger of a man despite
The target I hold for your precisely unhurled dart

You don’t want to hurt me nor do you want to hurt
A summer’s romance can remedy that hidden ill,
Might emotions spill to cascade from spurt
Unseal it, woman, express what it is you feel

Easy said yet hardly done–sometimes wisdom pains
Perhaps you fear you may crave me in haste,
So be it, so help this blood coursing through my veins
My lips upon yours, ah, how I’ve imagined the taste

A kiss granted your forehead, no passing gesture
as the tide surrounds our ankles above footprinted sand,
Disallowing a writer’s loneliness to no longer fester
A season of romantic want is no more at hand

The white dress, my, how it lingers at the shoulder
As I peer inside your passenger car in motion,
Seated next to you my love is placeholder
If there lives a man worthy of your devotion .. .

He dwells within me as the loneliness once did
Yes, I have issues less than demons to slay,
I won’t anticipate you as some summer elixir
But your romance will take this remoteness away

Your ticket to ride, the destination you’ll grace
Will be greeted by the man whose letter you read,
The scenic coast will play our romantic host
A majestic inducement for words never said

Meet me, will you, I beseech thee your presence
Promise me your decision you won’t delay,
My summer’s romance, woman, you are the essence
The train departs on Pamper-Her-Friday.

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

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