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!

*******

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/