Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 430: ‘If Only For A Night: An Idea by Rg2’: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (123)


Dear LaJuana,

I set a table for three for this evening: You; I; and romance.

But before I unleash this intense-yet-tame testosterone upon every crevice, nook and cranny of your mocha body, I’d appreciate your ear on an idea that has consumed my creative mind all day.

Michael Eisner, the former head of Disney global, once said the best ideas can be expressed in a sentence. Here’s mine, love: A make-up/lipstick consumer, in the market to buy, clicks on the Pamper-Her-Friday video channel, to gaze at the latest cosmetics made just for her. On her phone/tablet/desktop, her face appears on the screen; a hologram of her face’s exact dimensions, along with samples of make-up/lipstick, some her favorite brands, others new.

She, via virtual/augmented reality, “tries on” the various products to determine the perfect shade, gloss, hue and/or tint for her unique face. Boom: she chooses what looks best and clicks to purchase product. No need to visit a brick/mortar store to buy the product(s); no gas wasted on a drive to the mall.

The hologram, which is an exact replica of her face, reflects her cosmetic choices for trial. She chooses and buys exactly what she wants without mistake and without having to return an ill-chosen product.

What do you think, love? I’ve already applied for a patent of the idea—it wasn’t yet conceived/taken. Once cleared, we’ll be sitting on a handsome revenue-generator for years and years to come.

This is the age of ideas, after all. And I have another that will presage this cloudy, overcast, unusually cool, Southern California evening before us, this first official day of the summer season: How about I split the patent profits down the middle with you . . . on one condition?

That I may nestle in-between those thick, sweet-scented thighs of yours into the night . . . and simply refuse to come up for air?

Unless I just have to . . .

. . . on Pamper-Her-Friday.

Please come, love.



Pamper the woman . . . for beginning a summer’s romance. -Rg2

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Posted by on June 22, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 429: ‘Return of the Candlelight Poet: Yours Tonight’: ‘A Summer’s Romance Collection’ by Rg2 (122)


Dear Sensual Woman,

Forgive me my absence.

Two months have transpired void of my heart’s writings. Allow me to compensate for the unintended disappearance.

My body is in a state of craving—I need you tonight. I need you to inhabit my thoughts, my fantasy, my very bare-naked soul tonight.

Are you available this evening? No, are you emotionally available? I need the unadulterated, mentally unoccupied you, woman. Tonight. My poetry? Please read further:

Flirting with temptation is worth the risk
I must insert the Sade, Cherish the Day disk

Take me, will you, to your secret pre-summer garden
Should you misinterpret my night kiss, beg my pardon

The body fragrance inherent to you, god, I gladly surrender
All I ask of you tonight? Please don’t be a pretender . . .

Fake not that helpless, pit-of-your-belly flutter
My erotic bravado has me parting the cheeks like butter

Spread to utter perfection, allow me to go to work
Like a skin yeoman bringing gifts—and the ultimate perk:

Warm, gentle oil over these outsized hands
Woman, you’re the crux of my Pamper-Her-Friday plans

Panties are superfluous, yes, indeed, they are
My apologies if my touch leaves your sweet mouth ajar

Have your way with me, this erotic, hypnotic writer
Tonight your designated, exclusive poetry reciter

Has come back to the sacred environs of your soul
To reaffirm I am your one and only lover, my goal

Forgive me my absence as I ignite the candlelight
It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, woman, and I’m all yours tonight . . .




Pamper the woman . . . like an erotic reminder. -Rg2

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Posted by on June 8, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 428: ‘God, Repair and Pamper the Forgotten People’: Love Letter to the ADOS Movement by Rg2


Dear Yvette,

You ask me why I care as much as I do 
Emotional am I to make our suffering people whole?
Could it be that I carry our ancestors’ broken hearts
Look around . . . my god, has pain taken its toll

Turn away could I, to close thy misty eyes
Though even in darkness I can hear their voice,
The whips, the lashes, the sun-seared spines
Babygirl, please understand, I have no choice

The scars, engrained, do they live deeply in me
The inheritor of a strange duality am I,
My liberties for which they died is their legacy
The very ones our beloved homeland would deny

Bondage and Jim Crow by law, the cold won’t thaw
Tell me, don’t you feel it in the societal air?
Heavy is sin’s stench but I refuse to flinch
Relegated to a bottom caste, damn, it’s so unfair

Listen to what I’ve learned about our sacred vote
It’s not only our voice but it’s money too,
The Clintons are now worth a quarter of a billion
The Obamas are now over a hundred million—it’s true

Marianne Williamson says her people were repaired:
“Germany’s given $89 billion to Jews since WW2,”
Reagan restored the Japanese for the internment camps
Indian tribes given billion-dollar casinos as profits accrue

The forgotten founders: American Descendants of Slavery
“Ain’t I a citizen . . . I too pay tax”; this benign neglect,
Terror remains . . . bullets, bombs, dogs and water hoses
And mass incarcerated are we to devastating effect

Backs against the justice wall, our shoulders pinned
The awakened giant—wide awake!—has lost all fear,
No longer accepting a hand so callously dealt
The data don’t lie—the facts are abundantly clear

We’re due, by God, his people are long overdue
The righteous won’t be forsaken, our time is nigh,
Ancestral spirits cloak us with the skill and will
ADOS, clasp hands and minds, together we’ll fly

Economic justice, no less, our families restored
From the bottom up, our democracy we now reclaim,
Giving honor to the gift that is our hallowed forebears
Make them proud we will, the world will know our name:

ADOS: American Descendants of Slavery . . . let’s do this!

-Roy Greer II


“We comin’!” -Antonio Moore, ToneTalks Media; Co-founder, ADOS Movement

“Lineage matters.” -Yvette Carnell, Founder, BreakingBrown Media; Co-founder, ADOS Movement

Pamper the people . . . and make them whole. -Rg2

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Posted by on March 1, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 427: ‘Avon & Pier 1 Imports: the Rg2 Turnaround’: A Love Letter


Dear Amber,

My not feeling company this past Friday was certainly no fault of yours.

Admittedly I haven’t entertained the company of a woman since the turn of the new year. And I love the company of a sweet-scented, warm-spirited woman—more than I’d realized in her absence.

I need time to heal. Time to reckon with my foibles. More time to examine the reflection in my mirror when, all the previous occasions, I only saw the surface of a man apart.

Back to roots. Back to self-truth. Back to the very essence of Pamper-Her-Friday.

I’m not ready for new intimacy. No, not yet. I want to be totally discreet.

But if you want to meet me at the coffee shop next to the Pier 1 Imports at the corner of Fruit and Bayhill, I’d like very much to hear your voice in person, unobstructed by an e-device, and gaze into your eyes to interpret the stories they contain.

We can then visit the Pier 1 store before departing. Why? Well, the financials I’ve read say Pier 1 Imports (ticker: PIR), the eclectic-furniture and -décor retailer, has been on its last leg. The Amazon threat in full effect. But PIR has given leadership to Cheryl A. Bachelder and her team. Bachelder was previously with Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen. She revived that dying franchise and brought exceptional returns to shareholders.

And I’d like to gather your thoughts on Avon (ticker: AVP)—yes, of pink Cadillac lore. It too has been given up for dead. Except China has opened up its market. And other markets across the globe are revitalizing the storied cosmetics-products brand.

I risked 10,000 shares of PIR at .70 cents per (it broke through $1.30 Friday) and 6,500 shares of
AVP at $2.95 per—it floated above $3.20 Friday and stayed there.

My instincts say both have just begun their turnarounds. The big institutional funds and hedgers have bought shares of both recently as well. They all smell something.

Like an Avon fragrance. And a Pier 1 organic candle.

If you would accept a gift, I’d like to share the stocks with you. No quid pro quo . . . you’d owe me nothing in return. I don’t believe in obligations.

Make something beautiful happen with the profits, Amber. Treat yourself and perhaps someones who could appreciate a monetary day-maker.

I know it’s not Friday but that evening I didn’t want to compromise either of us. But do me a favor, will you?

Call me next Friday and simply ask me how I’m doing. The value of a call like that, from a sweet-scented, warm-spirited woman, is invaluable to a man. Well, this man.

Enjoy your evening, Amber. Blessings to you.

Until then,


Pamper the woman . . . and return to the man you’re meant to be. -Rg2

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Posted by on February 25, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Romance by Rg2®: ‘To Kamala Harris With Love’: A Love Letter: “The Political Letters by Rg2” (1)


The Honorable Senator Harris:

My vote is for sale.

It’s only one. However, it may well represent the millions of potential votes of the restless ADOS voters on whom your candidacy’s breakthrough likely hinges.

Willing am I to ink bubble the circle next to your name on the ballot that won’t arrive soon enough for the next election cycle—on one vital condition, however:

That your platform includes both a verbal and written commitment to reparations/recompense for Native Black Americans/ADOS (American Descendants of Slavery).

President Obama secured 95% of the black vote his first term and 93% in 2012, both historic records in the American franchise. He did so, both times, without a clear, unequivocal pledge to redress the economic wrongs, sins, and atrocities perpetrated upon ADOS during 400 years of state-sanctioned bondage and domestic terror (the remnants of which continue to this day), 100 years of Jim Crow, the current state of ADOS mass incarceration, and the ungodly wealth gap that, unaddressed, will only widen in the coming years.

Pres. Obama’s net worth is now $40 million, not counting the $65 million two-book-each Penguin Random House deal both he and Lady Michelle signed in 2016-17, and the recent Netflix production deal they’ve secured, the value of which numbers in the tens of millions of dollars.

That 95% black vote has paid off handsomely for the Obama family—they are set for life, including their grandkids to be.

The Clintons, who also successfully corralled the majority of the black vote, left the White House in debt. Today the Clinton fortune is valued at $250 million—a quarter of a billion dollars. Pres. Clinton’s signature set in motion the largest, most devastating prison industrial complex development in American history, the foundation of which is ADOS men.

The utter discontent and frustration of ADOS voters has now culminated into a sleeping giant now permanently awakened. The political, economic, and criminal justice walls have ADOS pinned on all four sides, squeezing the oxygen with each inch forward.

Politics is now perhaps the most lucrative industry which doesn’t require talent.

Should you ascend the presidency, Senator Harris, your current $2.1 million net worth is guaranteed to balloon thereafter—exponentially.

I’m for the American dream. ADOS certainly are as well; yet, all we’ve known is a nightmare which seemingly refuses to end. We’re willing to withhold our votes for the results we seek. The collective absence of a voting block is as, if not more, powerful than one that does.

Our forefathers and -mothers are angry with their progeny. We, ADOS, hear them, we feel them, we will honor their legacy.

Will you, Senator Harris?


cc: ADOS US of A


For Roy Greer Sr. and my great-grands . . . I hear you. -Rg2

Never shall I forget. -Elie Wiesel

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Posted by on February 4, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 426: ‘Her Clothes Unremoved’: Art of the Ask, A Love Letter: The Romantic Valentine Collection by Rg2 (41)


Dear J.,

Might this be another companionless Pamper-Her-Friday?
Woman, tell me, are you deliberately staying away?
Understand: I’m drama-free, virus-free . . . so anxiously
am I summoning the most artfully precise words to say . . .

To you, such that their most immediate effect
Will be to drastically shorten the distance between us,
It matters little which of us happens to blink first
Someone needs to break the silence of this mutual hush

You’re there, in body only, while I, here, fight the lonely
Do you realize you never wrote to me a love letter,
What’s with the self-censoring the language of your heart?
Have you convinced yourself that muted feelings are better . . .

Than your dead-of-winter vulnerabilities exposed
Lest you somehow become my subject of ridicule,
You’ve self-vowed to give no ordinary man the pleasure
Woman, why is it that I’m willing to play the fool

Curious am I of your Friday night fragrance
And the elements of your Friday evening wind-down,
Hot, moist towels to enrapture your weary feet
Southern Comfort sipped by the fire—how does that sound?

We don’t have to remove our clothes to have a good time
No harm will be done to scrawl yourself over my lap,
And in case I begin to finger-comb your hair
By all means, feel free to succumb to a dreamworthy nap

Sweep you away like a sailoress tossed on a tide
I’m as gifted a rescuer as I am a havoc wreaker,
Finding ourselves smack in the middle of intimacy
Woman, consider me your anti-thrill seeker

A slow, methodical hand is the measure of a man
In whom you can deposit your fragile trust,
You simply haven’t been held at never-end length
Come just a little closer, and let me shake the rust

Off your too-long-neglected, fully clothed body
Nothing about their removal guarantees a good time,
The shortening of distance between us is its own reward
And now the reason for this Pamper-Her-Friday rhyme:

It would be my privilege your Valentine. Will you, J.?



Pamper the woman . . . present to her your heartfelt Ask. -Rg2

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Posted by on January 26, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 425: ‘Park’s $4.25 Dividend I Want to Share: Art of the Ask’: A Love Letter: The Romantic Valentine Collection by Rg2 (40)


Dear Mocha Woman,

Forgive me the open publication of this love letter across the cyberwaves. I realize the internet is written in ink, not pencil; thus, a man must be extremely mindful what he releases into the global public square . . . especially as it regards his current emotional state of affairs.

The words, once released, never go away. So be it. I couldn’t care less what the world thinks of what I’m feeling in this very moment. Because, mocha woman, you are the sum total of everything I feel on this night, Pamper-Her-Friday.

If my thoughts are premature, if this ask meets you while least expected, then color me more proactive than overconfident.

Might you have plans for February 14th? More importantly, is there a reservation in your heart for a man, now and leading up to that date, that simply cannot be altered? If your answer is no on both counts, I suggest you consider me a contender . . . an unalterable contender.

You may not have heard of Park Electrochemical Corp. of Melville, N.Y. (ticker: PKE). The sleepy aerospace company develops and manufactures advanced composite materials for the global aerospace markets, from military to commercial to private-sector applications.

Park doesn’t make much noise amongst the behemoths of the “space-ware” suppliers, but it quietly gets it done for its clients—and its shareholders, of which this contender happens to be.

PKE has decided to reward us with a special dividend (above the regular) for the profitable recent quarters it’s had: $4.25 per share owned, payable on February 26 for stockholders on record by Feb. 5th and the shares purchased before Feb. 4th. I intend to add to an at-present 4,600-share cache next week. The current share count at 4.25 per comes to $19,550.

I figure just under 20 grand is not much good to a single man who has not a special woman with whom to spend it on the 14th of February. I’m curious your thoughts on that notion.

If this ask is a bit premature, forgive me the perceived rush. The contender knows his chances are few. So I stand before you, these words are my presence, and offer my ask, mocha woman:

Will you be mine?


Pamper the woman . . . present to her your most heartfelt Ask. -Rg2

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Posted by on January 19, 2019 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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