Her Pants Poem by Phil Soar

Her pants were lying on the floor
When I came home through the front door
Accompanying them were red rose blooms
And noises from an upstairs room

I slowly crept upstairs to find
The sight of a naked behind
Sliding around our mutual bed
And a face that looked a tender red

'Caught in the act', I screamed out loud
And she looked surprised and not that proud
For the roses I sent, that the mail delivered
Had wet her senses, and made her quiver

And faced with a wait, till I got home
All excited, and all alone
She retired upstairs for some self relief
Not knowing I was there and still in my briefs