My lover whips off his trousers,
my eyes open wider,
hot steam rises....
I lick my lips,
anticipating
what comes next...
smile to myself
as he irons out every crease...
what an aphrodisiac....
a man who does his own
ironing.
In the garden
the bamboo agrees,
nodding in the wind.
I iron mine too but I must remember next time to do it in the company of my wife! lol Another fun read with a twist.
Amazing. I never thought anyone could put such humour in poems. Thanks.
I love your sense of humour.good comparison with the bamboo-very erotic-but i hate ironing so i leave the chores to my hubby-I finally got him house trained even though he was stubborn at first.-I'm just kidding! ! ! ! ! Your poems are a real surprise.Keep writing the funny stuff.
This is great, Vanish! You put into words what all of us feel about ironing - and about lovers - brilliant! He sounds too good to be true! If he becomes available, please let me be the first to be told - he could help me out perhaps...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Super name, terrific proifile, fantastic poem! You are a very talented writer and your style is a breath of fresh air to poetry in general and in person to me - love it! Neil M.