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!
*******
Different dress...same situation...told you a man's work is never done!
MAN OF IRON
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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