Frission

Creases fill with warmth,

and promise.

Limp dampness

takes on new form

guided by

heat.

Steam billows into the air

in slow motion puffs,

doing a dance

for those who are watching.

Silently I smile

as I begin to feel

perfection,

and a little moan

escapes

as the warmth embraces me too.

The pleasures

of freshly ironed clothes

on a rainy day.