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Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 413: ‘To the Queen with Love’: A Prayer by Rg2

The Young Princess, Aretha

 

“To the Queen with Love”

 

Heavenly Father,

If you consider a wretch like me worthy of the ask, I have one request of you. There’s an angel who’s earned each and every millimeter of her sacred wings.

Having given her voice and her humanity, her very essence, to the cause of the betterment of life, she deserves her place among your most trusted inner circle.

If a wretch like me is worthy of the ask, mine is only this, Father:

Pamper Aretha Friday.

Please.

Amazingly graciously,
Rg2

_________

***
Pamper the woman . . . for she may one day become the queen of a nation’s soul. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

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Posted by on August 18, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 412: ‘When, Jelitza?’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (116)

 

Rated Rg2: Erotic Women Readers Only
“When, Jelitza?”
To plant a kiss at the uppermost inner thigh
I advise against your allowing me the pleasure,
For what if neither of us trusts the other?
I’m the first to admit I’ll likely mis-measure
The skin distance by which there is no detour
Woman, I may reach that point of no return,
Susceptible, this writer, to you, damn, it’s true
J, you’re the total content of this incessant yearn
Only Instagram lies between us—a thin cyberline
Between lust and trust, admittedly my promise is weak,
To not put fingers and palms on you, girl, it’s true
I’m the most creative, literary, romantic freak
With the tendermost touch, cradling you a bit much
Rigidity and fluidity through the hot summer night,
You’re in need of a spank, woman, let’s just be frank
Gosh, can you believe this prophylactic’s too tight?
Heavenly endowed, woman, I’m mocha and proud
Are you a tad curious of the night-chocolate taste?
Why must you remain 3,000 miles away
We’re the instance where haste simply doesn’t make waste
A getaway, there’s this need in your burning soul
You’ve the option of a bevy of men’s open doors,
They follow you, on the verge of stalking you
Escape with me, I’ll set you free, woman, I’m yours
Real estate, it’s great, but it’s not your fate
Mmmm, your work ethic certainly turns me on,
You’re the make-her-own-cheddar type—sans the hype
With the smarts to delineate the prince from the con
While I’ve managed to dodge these west-coast fires
You continue to outwit the east’s sea-level rise,
We’re the ultimate survivors, I’m a deep-love diver
Come touch my chest like a woman who’s wise
Beyond her years, we can exchange our naked fears
This hot summer climate portends what’s to come,
We’re lovers on what is a fragile planet earth
If our living end is near, of you I want some
To stroke your auburn hair to show you I care
Jelitza, you seem to emerge in my mind each day,
Come experience the Pamper-Her-Friday effect
Until then, I have little more to say . . .
except . . .
come.
-Rg2
__________
***
Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romance. -Rg2
© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 
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Posted by on August 11, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 411: ‘Michelle 2020’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (115)

 

“Michelle 2020”

 

Dear Lady Michelle,

I asked my grandfather recently whether he felt the country is on the verge of Jim Crow 2.0. He lived through the first version. He managed to traverse that shameful, perilous journey and come out the other end an optimist.

His reply? “History, unfortunately, is a repeatable offense. Be prepared either way. You’re strong . . . you’ve got what it takes to survive and thrive despite.”

His eyes, during those words, betrayed his eternal optimism. I was torn between his confidence in me and the gravity of his answer. The sage always told me the truth—I could bank on it—and the truth was crucial in my development, especially upon learning the country was built on a lie—that continues to breathe to this day.

If history is repeatable, as I dread to think, then what are the chances of a repeatable “O-run” to counter history’s dark side? Is Obama 2.0 wishful thinking on my part? Perhaps.

But a voter can imagine, can’t he?

The planet’s rebelling and dying. I’m sure you see the constant fires that refuse to be doused for very long from continent to continent. The global food supply is less and less clean nor natural. The oceans are suffocating marine life. If this sounds biblical, forgive me. If I sound alarmist, I beg your forgiveness.

Were you to run, of course you’re no savior, Michelle. I wouldn’t dare place that on your shoulders. But a gifted mind coupled with emotional intelligence and a humanist’s heart, all of which you possess, are sorely needed in leadership.

And the DOS community is vitally in need of a trusted advocate with integrity. The existential threat is real.

My vote favors you, hands down, were you to run. And the harmless, silent crush this writer has held in your honor can finally be requited . . . for good of the world.

Pamper-Her-Friday blessings to you, Lady Michelle.

Graciously,
Rg2

Nota bene: Should my imagination somehow come to fruition, could I be your reparations writer?

______

***
Pamper the woman . . . for she may become a future president. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2 ®

 

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

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 410: ‘I Sold Amazon … For You’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (114)

 

“I Sold Amazon … For You”

 

My Angel,

Is there any wonder you inhabit my thoughts today?

A woman has a way of infiltrating the mind of a man, no matter how creatively cluttered it may be at a given moment. And as this letter meets your eyes today, Pamper-Her-Friday, perhaps I’m not too low on your thought agenda either, no?

You know what I’d love more than anything this afternoon? To simply be in your company—near a body of tranquil water amidst serene surroundings. I want your fragrance near, your voice clear, and I won’t veer from my surrender to your presence.

Could you make time for me?

I sold some of my holdings in Amazon stock this morning—a couple shares to be exact. I’m not foolish enough to sell the entire lot. Having bought in a few years ago at sub-$400 per, the shares have had a nice run to $1,860 today—north of a quadruple.

Mr. Bezos, the founder, says he’s just getting started. I believe him. I’ll continue to ride the wave.

Just as I ask you to ride the waves—well, more like the slow, peaceful ripples—of Lake Theresa with me as sundown nears this evening. An open-air setting of wine spirits and edibles awaits us on arrival. And I intend to row, row, row our boat straight into the sherbet sunset . . .

. . . like a seafarer in love.

Say, around 6:45?

Anticipating,
Rg2

P.S. Enclosed is a blank cheque with only my signature. Fill in the amount per your discretion. Not to exceed . . . well, that’s your call, angel. Why? It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, love. See you soon.

_______

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

© 2018 Romance by Rg2®

 
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Posted by on July 27, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Romance by Rg2®: ‘Sunday Breakfast in Bed at Roy’s’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (113)

 

“Sunday Breakfast in Bed at Roy’s”

 

Dear Claudia,

When the power outage struck late last night
I immediately went into improvisation mode,
Your skin temperature rose so humidly hot
Determined was I to usher a breeze semi-cold

Enough that a few hours sleep were still within reach
My hand resting on your pulsing navel all the while,
Daybreak, gosh, did it appear much too soon
I chose not to waken you . . . that I may chance rile

An anxious spirit which may prompt you to leave
At a moment’s time when I most needed you to stay,
The many mornings I’ve woken to a still-puffed pillow
Having imagined a gentle head as yours would lay

No, not a waterbed for you, but a bed on water
Before sunrise, this makeshift isle will simply float,
Woman, you’re my lovely Sunday morning castaway
And I’m your eager rescuer with a crafted love note

Authored alongside a culinary surprise has this writer
Taken time to indulge my romantic-chef skills,
Grilled petite steak, fluffy scrambles draped in cheddar
Vanilla/nutmeg-infused waffle…the hot syrup feels

So luscious to taste guaranteed no morsel you’ll waste
Sip the fresh-squeezed summer juice, it’s nature’s choice,
It wouldn’t be morning without a cup of hot mocha joe
Butter-pecan hints in its body will make you voice

The warmest hello to which I’ll be inclined to reply:
‘Morning, angel, I hope this makes up for lack of sleep’
And as the sunrise reveals itself in your eyes
May you discover the level of my caring is deep

Breakfast in bed, woman, welcome to breakfast at Roy’s
I appreciate your having stayed and given me the chance,
I’m easy, girl, easy I’m yours like a Sunday morning
Don’t leave … for there’s more to this summer’s romance . . . .

Deeply,
Rg2

_______

***
Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2018 Romance by Rg2®

 

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 409: ‘I Wanna Make Love to You in Alaska, Mocha Woman’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (112)

 

Dear Janna,
Can I interest you in accompanying me on a cruise up the Pacific Coast to the U.S.’s last frontier, Alaska?
Why Alaska?
Well, neither of us has visited as yet and I figure we can pay homage to Bill Seward, the former U.S. Secretary of State who was genius in purchasing the Alaska territory from Russia for only $7.2 million in 1867 (roughly $105 million in 2016). Today the Alaskan economy is worth about $53 billion.
I want you to get a share of that, love.
No, not necessarily by moving there . . . and, as a citizen, receiving an annual dividend (about $1,600 per year, per resident) check from the state’s vast oil reserves. That might sound enticing but I’ve a far better idea. You’re a swaying-palm-trees, sunsets-on-the-beach type of girl after all.
Alaska’s home to First National Bank Alaska (ticker: FBAK), voted in 2017 the “Best of Alaska Business” by Alaska Business Monthly readers, including the Best Place to Work for the second year in a row. In January 2018, MSN.com named FBAK the most admired company in the state.
Well, FBAK’s stock is set to undergo a 10-for-1 stock split, the additional shares to be issued to owners of record on Friday, August 10—yes, Pamper-Her-Friday, love. What a sweet coincidence, eh? The stock is currently trading at $2,348 per, so when divided by 10, the owner will have 10 shares (for every 1 share currently owned) at a price of roughly $234.80 per.
By splitting the stock, FBAK will increase trading in the shares by making the price per share more affordable. In addition, the stock pays a $25 per/share dividend every three months on the current $2,348. When it splits, the divvy will be around $2.50 per share.
I want you to have at least 100 shares total after the split, so I’ve purchased 10 shares in your behalf at today’s price. That works out to your receiving a check for $250 every three months just by sitting on the shares. And of course, the share price will only increase in the months ahead; when it gets back up to today’s $2,350, your 100 shares will have ballooned to $235,000 in value—in addition to your receiving $1,000 per year in dividends.
Why Alaska? Well, the cruise up the coast is wondrous. The property I recently bought there on the pristine waters of a hidden gulf is tranquil.
And I wanna make love to you in the heart of nature of a picturesque realm . . . leaving the urban jungle for a much-needed spell.
Let’s cruise together, mocha woman. And breathe on one another.
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, angel.
Like no other,
Rg2
_________
***
Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s getaway. -Rg2
© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

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

 

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 408: ‘Women Are Not Great Investors’ A Love Letter: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (111)

“Women Are Not Great Investors”

 

Dear Sharisi,

Is it true that women don’t make great investors? Apparently that’s the whispered groupthink embedded in business man-circles I’ve been privy to over the years.

Do I believe it? Hell no.

It’s hot today, Sharisi.

Inland Southern California is pushing north of 110 degrees—a record for early July. Forgive me my being a bearer of pernicious news but the planet is slowly smoldering. As if you weren’t aware, right?

Fire season is no longer “seasonal.” It’s year-round. Fresh water is the new oil. In fact, sadly, there’s more oil—both discovered and yet discovered—than fresh water sources around the planet. It’ll only worsen.

Have a tall, cool drink of water with me at dusk, will you? I’ll make it worth your while. It’s Pamper-Her-Friday after all.

Have you seen the Alkaline88® water bottles sprouting up in places like Costco and Shopko? Well, in addition to those retailers/wholesalers, Alkaline88® has recently secured product placement in national/international retailers Walmart and Kroger. That’s a big move.

I don’t usually invest in small, young companies. The risk is too great. But there’s something about water—it’s a precious resource. Even more precious into the future.

The Alkaline Water Company Inc. (ticker: WTER) is trading at $2 a share currently. I’d say that’s a bargain relative to its future market potential. Alkaline88® is ranked #18 in the Top 20 Still Water Brands in the U.S.

When you taste it this afternoon, and if you like it enough to give me the green light on a buy, I’ll go in on 5,000 shares initially (2,500 split between you and me) and, watching forthcoming developments, pick up more on continued promising news.

Soda sales continue to drop. I can almost guarantee you the big soft drink players like Coca-Cola and Pepsi are eyeing Alkaline’s ascension in real time—salivating all the while. One of them will likely add Alkaline88® to its product line-up in a buyout, upon which Alkaline’s stock price will pop on the news. We will easily double our investment.

Water is like you, Sharisi, a precious resource. An increasingly scarce resource.

I highly value precious resources. Especially on Pamper-Her-Friday.

We leave for Nova Scotia at midnight, angel.

Can’t wait to see you, woman.

Tender are my thoughts,
Rg2

_______

***
Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romantic investment. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

 

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

 
 
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