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
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