Hot Stuff Poem by Vanish Windows

Hot Stuff

Rating: 5.0


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neil Marsden 15 October 2008

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.

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C H Sund 10 October 2008

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.

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 10 October 2008

Amazing. I never thought anyone could put such humour in poems. Thanks.

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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.

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Janice Windle 04 October 2008

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...

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