Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

With deadly accuracy and the quick release
Perhaps the sweetest stroke in the game,
“The Baby-faced Assassin” is his moniker
No other’s worthy of the legendary name

When he felled “The King” and his courtiers
The Finals showcased his warriors’ prevail,
The soft-spoken golden boy from the golden state
Arrived on the grandest stage to tell

The countless sweat hours in a lonely man’s gym
Can test the will, not to mention fatigue,
But a thin, wiry kid with a shot so pure
Can prove he belongs in a big man’s league

Under Armour took notice and liked what it saw
While the mighty Nike corners market share,
Steph chose a player’s court with fewer sneaker marks
A shrewd business move with lots of fruit to bear

A new, seven-year deal for the son of Dell
With added bonus: A brand equity stake,
When sales go up, so too will his stock
The ankle-breaker shows a corporate head fake

A company more known for its athletic apparel
Has aimed its gauntlet toward basketball shoes,
And with the great Misty Copeland in its stable of gems
Investors are wise to pay attention to the news

Ah, which brings me to the pampering part . . .
No doubt it’s my favorite Friday theme,
Upon thorough review of its balance sheet
I’m making you part of the Under Armour Team:

This afternoon your sneakers will arrive
With a selection of new athletic gear,
Lace ‘em up tight so I can get you on the court
And ready yourself for the game of the year

But first, check your online trader’s account
The Under Armour shares were added today,
Yes, I’m thinking of you with a long-term view
My investment thesis is Pamper-Her-Friday.

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

If the experience is what you’re seeking
Come, angel, you’ve found a kindred soul,
I’ll do you one better: Keep your hard-earned money
“The best of life is free?” Yes, that’s my goal

For what is dinner and travel without a heart-mate?
Sure, you possess the self-entertainment gene,
The lack of a cast-mate won’t stop your show
But might a leading man enhance your scene?

What’s become lost between men and women:
Elements as simple as the art of conversation,
That enchanting balance of listening to the other
Even more vital: The art of exhalation

Those moments when you’d like nothing more
than to hear the cadence of your own voice,
Your audience includes me and the ocean tide
A Friday take-her-away in which to rejoice

Is there a grievance from the workplace . . .
Are political pressures taking their toll?
Jealous co-workers becoming unbearable?
Even management has planted a mole

The stakes have never seemed so high
This sustain-a-living vs. sustain-my-happiness equation,
Are you forever chasing equilibrium?
You deserve better, woman, in my estimation

Now, I’m not promising to alter the corporate game
The rules of work engagement are etched in stone,
We all owe ourselves the making of a living
There’s splendor, however, in not going it alone

The secret lies in the ‘experiential’ sharing
A like mind who’s reading of life bears resemblance,
Most of us are paddling upstream, babygirl
But allow me to row your boat for remembrance

Of the times I swept you away from it all
Having set our majestic table on the shoreline,
Making life just a little more bearable
I’ll pop a vintage of your favorite sunset wine

I’ve been listening, observing, and interpreting
My emotional notes of your silent and vocal cries,
Pamper-Her-Friday is my gift to you, Love
I see our summer’s romance in your eyes

Feels so good . . . .

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Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

I won’t get too close, lest you dehydrate
I dare not cause such an adverse effect,
But in sweet conversation we’ll participate
You’ve a couple of venues from which to select:

The coastline might seem ideal I suppose
But can you imagine the dense population?
I know an inland hideaway for soothing repose
Where open skies engender relaxation

Endless bubbly on ice sounds so very nice
A spring-water pool a pebble’s throw away,
Citrus-bathed salmon over tender-most rice
And we’ll put the pomegranate ice cubes in play

Ahh, yes, I’m in full Pamper-Her-Friday mode
Seven days since your touch, Love, is a crime,
No other woman’s able to crack my code
You may’ve solved the combination this time

A tumultuous week you’ve had? I understand
Your stamina tested by the long work hours,
A few of your law students you had to reprimand
Can I soften your stress with a bouquet of flowers?

Come bare your feet and those lovely shoulders
Why don’t you tie your hair to reveal the neck,
Apply you with water spritz, you’d like it colder?
The bottles are on chill for your call and beck

Live at the amphitheater: Gretchen and Friends
Sultry jazz and pizzazz to fill the air,
Backstage introductions? Well, it all depends . . .
A kiss grants a wish . . . but I need a pair

A quid pro quo, oh, nothing of the sort
I never give with expectation of return,
The pleasure of your romance I’d even plead in court
You’re the spiritual essence of my eternal yearn

It’s time for champagne as I rev my campaign
That you may let me liberally have my way,
I’ll keep you cool, girl, simply be my jewel
Our summer’s romance continues this Friday . . . .

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Bachelorhood has proven the safest of havens
Ask the tied man whose quiet desperation . . .
cries for a reverse walk up the aisle
An unspoken plea for emancipation

Having chosen carefully, even wisely
Or so he naively thought,
Why does time bring about a change?
A good fight to remain her apple he’s fought

Such is the mystery of the human relation
But if there is a single thing for sure,
There’s a pamperer inside each breathing man
And I’m elated to know he hasn’t a cure

The bachelor holds on to a fragile freedom
Once taken, never to be granted back,
Free agency is quite the precious thing
But what of the part that wants to unpack?

Lurking there, inside, the pamperer within
No, not at all, it’s no personality disorder,
From the lowest pauper to the highest high-roller
Powerless she renders his inner love avoider

Running away from commitment is he
Then she appears in the road ahead,
A detour presents itself an enticing escape
Her road less traveled he takes instead

Her eyes intoxicating, her spirit goddess-esque
“I’m here to enhance your life,” she exudes,
Suddenly his bank ledger is fully balanced
And gone away are the leery moods

What he won’t do for the phenomenal woman
Limitations, they become a thing of the past,
On bended knee her painter he becomes
His romantic instincts are deep and vast

What he won’t do for her, for sanctity of love
The line disappears, threshold dissipates,
Pamper-Her-Friday’s given whole new meaning
Tonight’s the first of a thousand first dates

A man in love . . . .

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Pamper the woman . . . like a man in love. -Rg2

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

For the intimist writer, his space is vital
To draw upon dreams, to draw your bath,
Allow me to unfurl and release the towel
Woman, you’ve incurred my intimacy wrath

Easy now, betcha by golly wow . . .
You’re my undeniable writing prompt,
Paint you, sculpt you–I would if I could
On the initial draft I may’ve stomped

Unworthy they are, my creative lines
Of the visual that my stolen eyes behold,
A tub, filled with suds, is but a tub
Except you’re its content, truth be told

I’m restarting, the opening paragraph anew
“The woman doth give his pen sole purpose,”
I dare not objectify, my integrity is high
But, please, will you break the water’s surface?

There, appears the mid-arm birthmark
upon which my eyes may feast, my dear,
Your hands need not curtain the gifts
My intentions are benign but artistically clear

Nothing I’ve seen as angelically beautiful
I speak, I write as a man truly blessed,
To bathe you my mind has risen to bountiful
My study, my being, my psyche you’ve possessed

A room is but a room
The wooded walls, they remain,
But a room can touch a writer
And his art is ne’er the same

A summary is but a summary
But read the sum of what I wrote,
The flowing hair fall, I described it all
An exclusive baptism with lather moat

A tub is still a tub
Even in the absence of a rub,
But can you feel the stirring in my loin . . .
What, you would like me to join . . .

. . . You?

Don’t mind if I do.

Thought you’d never ask.

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Save your travel fare, put away the passport
I simply can’t let you cross the Atlantic pond,
Yes, America’s home to the vanishing romantic
But only one’s needed for an authentic bond

Which considers your wants, reconfigures his needs
Perhaps we can arrive at a luscious medium,
Have you heard of mutually assured romance?
Pamper-Her-Friday’s the answer to the tedium

Of another lonely evening after laboring all week
Sure, you can meet the girls for happy hour laughs,
But then what, another date with Netflix?
Well, that’s OK, but what of your aching calves?

Let’s say we wrap them in my gifted hands
As I meticulously remove all muscle tension,
Finger pressure applied below at snail’s pace
After which the palms begin their ascension

Up, up they glide to that nether coccyx region
I’m neither chiropractor nor therapist,
But a skin whisperer like no other man alive
And this honey pour, woman, you won’t resist

By all means, speak your mind, air your wishes
Or simply luxuriate in this pampering escape,
As I soothe your body, sip on the bourbon toddy
Tonight I’m your romantic dark knight–no cape

Needed; absolutely nothing to obstruct my view
The perfect canvass your blank physiology,
The martini olive placed in the navel pocket
You like? Hold still while I nibble on thee

Does that raise your hunger . . . How about
shrimp summer rolls dipped in sesame-soy sauce?
Now try it with a hint of pineapple teriyaki
You’ll love the Tuscan steak salad I tossed

Later we’ll take a moonlight walk along the pier
A speedboat jaunt for wind-in-your-hair fun,
Then back to the calves where it all started
Your Pamper-Her-Friday weekend has just begun.

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

Simply open the envelope, check off “I’m yours”
The drone will eagerly return your response,
Don’t forget to sign your name–a kiss print
The perfect prelude to the ambiance

Of a summer’s romance which bespeaks
the thoughts and imagery I’ve held week-long,
Your Tuesday message left on my voicemail
Those feathery vocals, girl, it was so wrong

To speak with such silky eloquence
How my name lingered on your tongue,
The ‘I miss you like rain’ I dare not erase
Damn, I nearly broke out in perfect song

I could seek and seek but fail to find
That one, that woman described in proverbs,
African, German–his heart she owns
The good earth giveth her like the herbs

A life force, you, a romantic source, me
A tandem ethereal, verge of paranormal,
Beyond loveless people’s understanding
Whether formal or informal

It matters little where I take your hand
The faces of you, oh, the traces of you . . .
Sand, beach, so long as you’re within reach
I readied the drone and away it flew

Reconnaissance, no, surveillance, no
But a creative mission of special delivery,
A photo included per your summer request
The gift card? Consider it an act of chivalry

Poetry by drone, love letter by drone
Technology applied simply another way,
And as you notice the “PHF” buzzing asky
The delivery’s for you . . . it’s Pamper-Her-Friday.

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

© 2015 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®