Love In Cycles

Love in Cycles He entered past this wooden door In a launderette without his wife To view all patrons feminine To have a chat perchance to score To his surprise no one was here He kneeled and placed hs dirty clothes In a washer that he always used Turned it on and took his seat He saw her when he was on RINSE She walked in tall and willowy The launderette emitted heat A basket full upon her head He gazed with awe and then he said Why not use your hands instead I ward off demons with my hands And I see demons in your eyes She said to me with a sultry laugh I looked up as she dwarfed my size She placed the basket on the floor He walked to her and grabbed her waist His hormones raging with such haste He heard the cycle go to SPIN And DELICATE she held his cheeks His hands were more like PERMANENT PRESS The tempo of the washer hummed Their foreplay reached a screeching halt Pause He woke up in his usual chair He looked and saw no one was here Any Poem Written in March Sponsored by Laura Loo April 9, 2017 Written March 25, 2017