My fingertips
touch your dress
remembering
the first time ever
caressing your curves
...through it
your body covered
in its flowers
remembering
undressing you
your dress
gently resting
strewn gracefully
across a chair
tame now
in the moonlight.
Once again
tenderly I
take it
(unfasten it)
fingers touching
its hem &
longingly
(lovingly)
...iron it.
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Guess this MAN OF IRON PT.2 IN 3-D!
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A MAN'S WORK IS NEVER DONE!
Remember every
flounce & frill
of your white summer
frock
how enthralled I was
by how it fell
capturing the swell
of you in it's
...every motion...
the two of you
captivating my heart
only now realising
what a bitch
of a dress
it is to iron!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-of-iron/
