Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

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(Rated Rg2: Reader Discretion Advised)

“Cherrytini on Ice”

There’re times a woman just doesn’t wanna be touched
Would this be one of those nights?
Funny, I instinctively didn’t think as much
I suggest we take a few bites

Of one another . . . above the cover
We can do this either one of two ways,
You can lip crush or I can mouth melt
Let’s redefine this Pamper-Her-Friday

My, your shoulders feel so utterly tense
I can hand-weigh your stress by the pound,
Your body’s been invaded by the dreaded work grinch
But I’m the antithesis–the invader’s going down!

Tell me, where exactly does it hurt, sweetheart?
Mid-back, you say, and just below the calf,
Um K, I need you to spread arm and leg wingspans
My methodology is to pamper each half

So that exo-skeletal and epidermal envy
has no chance to take body-root,
Starting with fingertip massage of each temple
down to the arches of each foot

You know what is the global woman’s most common complaint?
A man seems incapable of taking his time,
As opposed to the effortless sexual run downhill
You desire a thoughtfully romantic climb

Of your multi-faceted, beneath-the-skin mountain
While he picks a few flowers along the way,
Mental write creative lines of poetic verse
At her mic under moonlight he can say

I’ve listened, I’ve learned, I’ve observed in earnest
I’m continually enhancing my skills,
But tonight I’m the tempest and you’re the teapot
Should we make this a test of wills?

Um, woman, you may wanna rethink that notion
on such a sensually hot summer night,
Your body I’ve got in a defenseless position
Your skin illuminated by candlelight

Here, take a sip of this soothing cherrytini
while I improvise with the fruit-cube ice,
How did you enjoy my scallop fettuccine?
I was mindful of your tolerance for spice

You feel that, Love? Let me heal that, Love
The stresses are slowly oozing away,
I’m releasing the cubed cherry down your spine’s canal
Careful now, are you sure you’re ready to play?

***

Pamper the woman . . . and her Fridays are never the same. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“More Than a Night”

Beachside service, our waiter’s a tad bit nervous
I foretold him you’re the most beautiful girl onshore,
He nodded at me with a hint of jealousy
For only I know what’s in store

Romance hasn’t done some disappearing act
no matter what the random woman may say,
About it singers still sing and writers still write
Is it human obsession or my naiveté?

While some seek Iyanla and others Dr. Phil
I’m going directly to Oprah–the source,
She and Stedman still enjoy sofa and pillow talks
The secret? When hearts align, stay the course

You can do what you want the calendar days of the year
But your Fridays belong solely to me,
This pampering thing has taken root worldwide
A quiet movement afoot and men agree

Loving and leaving breeds mistrust and disbelieving
But he must be aware of her fickleness,
There’s no guarantee that feelings won’t diminish
But let’s handle it with sensitivity and finesse

Just when we think we’re at the end of our road
Why don’t we take a spontaneous detour,
A romance path that neither of us has traveled before
may just yield new flowers and a cure

I realize there’s no such thing as the perfect love
All your fancies I won’t know exact,
But what it was that attracted you to my romantic sphere
Perhaps we could slowly re-enact

Tonight . . . I intend to make it alright
I wanna see celestial stars in your eyes,
I’ve reserved the entire Pacific shoreline for two
An idyllic setting for a summer-love reprise

So your father left home while you were just a little girl
and no man has bothered to address the hurt,
Well, my mother lost my father to a premature passing
In my heart your pain we can insert

I’ll carry it for two and for awhile make do
But, woman, the buck stops here with me,
Those fly-by-nights you’ve tolerated are a thing of the past
I’m a man of integrity

That lost attribute in a world in which
just about everyone is for sale,
This man across the table from you is not counterfeit
Go ahead, woman, and inhale

The authenticity is like a summer ocean breeze
I can sense your innards becoming moist,
The blood rush you can’t keep it on the hush
Your calling-me body I’m about to hoist

Upon me set all your chained emotions free
as I abolish your clitoral restraint,
A taste of honey will heal our wounds
a one-night endeavor this ain’t

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday on a mid-summer’s night
I’m in heaven with you on the shore,
As the tide rolls in, your eyes deepen my yen
Come with me, for there’s so much more . . . .

***

Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

(Rated Rg2: For Ladies Only)

“No Mercy . . . Tonight”

Delicate lace has its place in the
pantheon of coveted fabrics,
The common man may be impressed
though hardly, if ever, will the maverick,

Among whom there is a lone one
who drinks the blue nectar from your well,
Extension I need, separation to feed
Your urge to shed, I’m listening, pretell,

A white Stella Rose, 2006, I chose
A distinctive orphan from the vineyard tribe,
Just a little wider before I submerge thee
Woman, I’ve only begun to imbibe,

Your protracted spine I’ll lay at rest
a cathartic angle for view of the skies,
Let’s erase the lows of a forgettable week
Arousals loosed in successive highs,

Pampering alchemy I’ll reveal my concoctions
So many to introduce as we go along,
There is a right way to love a woman
The Manifesto I wrote–I’ve yet been wrong,

Tie your hair up and the contract we’ll tear up–
promising I wouldn’t induce your cries,
Of helpless bodily capitulations
from oral abandonment of your thighs,

My chosen playground, I’ve earned this slayground
Don’t dare call this unwanted temptation,
This aquatic whirl disguised as a bath
Reach below the water and palm the sensation,

Monday did this to me, it’s your fault
Tuesday I did not hear your voice,
You neglected to answer my call on Wednesday
And Thursday left me without a choice,

To make Friday the ideal moment in time
my rage erotica unleashed over you,
Now brace yourself upon my shoulders
I’m going for the ultimate breakthrough,

Howl, dammit! Scowl, dammit!
There’s only the wind and the rustling waves,
Let it all go to your lungs’ capacity
Phuck inhibition–No restraints, No saves!

Are you alright, Love? There, easy does it
Sink your head into my chest,
Taste the Stella upon your lips
Is there anything else you care to request?

A seaside serenade sung acapella
As the sunset waves a nocturnal goodbye,
You’re purring like a kitten this Pamper-Her-Friday
Am I the substance of your sigh?

***

Pamper the woman . . . like a man possessed. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Together Fragile”

If you weren’t sighted, woman,
would you be so quick to walk away?
What if your voice were ruined to silence . . .
what then to me would you say?

No one understands their 401k
Brokers and advisers are only salesmen,
We plan for a future at today’s expense
Is there a woman alive who tells men . . .

What lurks beneath her steeled heart
is a brittleness on the cusp of pieces,
Feigning strength in the name of independence
while truth-hidden tears she releases

Tell the truth, girl, say your truth, girl:
Go on, you’re hurting as much as I,
Sure, he spoke to you but I wrote of you
I was worthy of a reply

Summer’s not suppose to be serious, I know
But our feet are dangling edge-of-pier,
As night wind sweeps the hair from your eyes
Let’s exchange: your fragile, my fear

Of wanting this moment to further foment
Not lust but trust, your hand clasped securely by mine,
Who’ll be the first to let the palm-knot go . . .
You’re squeezing, woman, is that my sign?

You’re fragile . . .
fragile, you; fragile, me,
Fragile we are
Together we’ll be.

***

Truth in Romance. -Rg2

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

Wondrous Phuket Thailand

“No Questions, Just Come”

Listen, woman, turn off the reality show tonight
For I’ll be craving all of your attention,
Let those other women squabble
while we indulge a romantic ascension

If you absolutely must watch one
How about the clever Josette Wyatt’s?
Hers offers creative love ideas like
sauna poetry on rooftop of the Hyatt

Oh, you like that, huh? As do I
but that’ll be ours next week,
Tonight’s Pamper-Her-Friday concept
shall unfold with a slight tweak

Remember the delicately sensual sundress
you saw mannequined in the Macy’s window?
I envisioned it draping your lovely contours
Unwrap the package and be ready to go

With me on a summer’s fantasy we’ll unlock
from your starry night dreams,
We’ll release flame lanterns aloft to the winds
while your eyes highlight the moonbeams

Chanté Moore, the chanteuse, will serenade us
accompanied by Jeanette Harris on saxophone,
Rare is their private performance for two
But you’ve entered the pamper-her zone

I’m dropping the top on my new Chevy Impala
so your curls may ripple through the air,
As you take in the vista from Pacific Coast Highway
I assure you we won’t have a care

Because Monday never mattered and Tuesday left in tatters
and Wednesday was wearily weak,
But Thursday offered a theory of romantic possibility
on which Friday is eager to speak

I’m taking sand to the beach, a rule I’ll gladly breach
For gold flecks you are, my stardust,
and as the saxophone ends, the love-making begins
Pampering you, woman, is a must

Tonight.

***

Pamper the woman . . . and forever yours is her romance. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

photo © Josette Wyatt, In the Moment Portraiture http://www.nthemoment.com http://www.nthemoment.com/blog

“Shoes a Crowd”

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday at last, my Sweet
Let me help you with your slippers,
As I kneel before your seated posture
Have a taste of the strawberry dippers

Warmed by a single candle flame
I didn’t bother with the fondue,
Let me feed you lush bites one at a time
These moments have been too few

The table is set, the china’s arranged
I removed the middle plank,
Intimate I crave your talk tonight
We have your shoes to thank

This love affair, a woman and her shoes
I pondered where it all began,
More aesthetic than comfort the higher the heel
Now relax, no need to stand

As I cradle each foot like a podiatrist smitten
To soothe away gravity’s effect,
Exhale the weeklong’s mental debris
I’m your therapy should you elect

To let it all go your body’s overflow
Your pressure points are so tender,
From the tip of toe the achilles will know
Tonight is their sweet surrender

The ache and pain shall cease to remain
My mandate is your total relief,
We’ve got all night, to the morning we might
I promise it won’t be brief

This Friday therapy one foot at a time
The shoes were a lovely sight,
But their purpose is done, I’m ready for fun
I’m pampering you, woman, tonight.

***

“Pamper the woman . . . like a storybook princess.” -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Channeling Sting”

It’s hard to love a woman
Not arithmetically or scientifically hard
But when she yearns for a lauded novelist
Yet my talents are of a bard

Might a third job be enough
that I may win your devoted sate?
An honest try, my all, I’ll give it
Why must you hasten my wait?

Only to close the velvet curtain
I’m the finalist on your courters’ stage
My beau performance proved just shy
Your criteria in full I couldn’t engage

Say, you had spelled it out in writing
A win-your-heart preface, a simple outline
Your mystery an honor I attempted to decode
A sincere no-thank-you is not unkind

Was there a selfish thrill from my efforts?
Did you consider flattery in my chase?
I swear, I’d do it all again, woman
to see my reflection upon your face

An unsad goodbye we’ll offer as settlement
no resentments, no strings, no tears
A love lost is greater than nary
The bard’s prophetic words he hears:

Perhaps you could have learned to love me . . .
. . . given time.

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

Sanaa Lathan: Thespian Goddess

“A Summer Sanaa”

It had all the markings
of a summer of discontent
From emotional helter skelter
to the swelter of unrelent

Restless one night and feckless the next
The distance granted me no mercy
A cool drink of glacier water you appeared
Didn’t realize I was so damn thirsty

Quenching, you, so drenching, you
Woman, pour over me like a niagara fall
If you’ll wade in me, I’ll bathe in you
I’m the one man who has the gall

To think mine are the only hands that matter
For simple are my intimate demands
Lie there, still, while I spy there, feel
Welcome to my summer’s romance

So naughty, me, so haughty, you
Woman, come off your horse on high
This stifling heat need not mistreat
Is there something along your thigh?

Oh, my palm, a silly mind of its own
but exquisitely cool to the touch
Your eyes are fierce but fearful they’re not
Unafraid I’ll take too much

Free-will relations with no stipulations
The stars have given us their consent
No work in the morning, I’ll continue adorning
Your bare essence may have me repent

From fingergifts to tonguedrifts to pelviclifts
Ah, woman, the heat is on
We’ll melt from the smother then meld in one another
From sundown to the break of dawn . . . .

***

A Summer’s Romance lives. -Rg2

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®

photo © DeWayne Rogers

Eva . . . in waiting

“Summerlong”

“Keep her in suspense,” an old sage once said
“Make her mind run astray while she’s alone in bed,”

The forehead kiss last summer left an indelible mark
Our past is prologue but this difference is stark:

You crept inside me, breathed beside me, our spirits ran free
Now that I’ve inhabited you, what will it be?

An escape to the isles, romantic views from the cliffs
Whispered songs in your ear with provocative riffs,

Shore winds and violins finger-frolicking your hair
Confessions in the eyes our revelations to bear,

We promised: No falling in love, the season would only end
A fleeting moment in time neither avowed to extend,

Did you mean that? For it seems that there’s a calling once more
I’m rowing from a distance while you’re standing ashore,

Arms at your side held by your heart’s fragility
But it was you who wrote to me, “Love is an ability . . . “

To mend, to blend, to be vulnerable at will
Autumn ushered our goodbyes, but I’ve lived in you, still,

Your eyes on the ceiling while ensconced in your bed
Memories from a summer whose beckonings you’ve fled,

Or so you thought, it wasn’t for not that we cherished the day
and those nights of moonlights, the violins still play,

In my head and in your heart like a timeless moondance
I want another with no other, we’re a summer’s romance.

***

Pamper the woman . . . summerlong. -Rg2

© 2013 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

“Hot Up in Here!”

I don’t know which marvels more at your toffee-almond skin, woman:
I or the jealous summer sun,
One offers vitamin, the other offers shoulder kisses
No need to choose just one

You can have it by day and me by night
Or you can alternate at will,
Its rays shan’t meet your inner thighs, try as it might
But I’m massaging my way in; Can I feel?

The warmth and its fragrance is manna from heaven
But I’ll add a few organic juice cubes,
Frozen by 7 and melted by 11
This is a private ero-development–no youtubes

Four miles my morning run, cardio par excellence
In before you open your sunrise eyes,
Lukecool the showerfall awaits us, hence
I have über-creative plans for the thighs

Sunscreen generously, methodically applied
Butter creams of cocoa and a hint of shea,
Yes, the ones I’ve chosen are quite the edible
Consider this an intimate summer soiree

Pat pat you dry so gently I will
But keep the bikini on the floor,
This summer love begs for a morning thrill
Come back to the water and close the shower door . . . .

***

It’s HOT up in here! -Rg2

© 2013 Romance by Rg2®