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Spin Cycle
A Repost From 2013
Looking so sexy
in her little black dress
when he gets home
they’re going downtown
for a candle-lit dinner
and dancing till dawn
They’ve almost achieved
their welcome escape
when life intervenes
a soapy stream rushes
beneath the laundry door
from a broken washing machine
They exchange
candles and fine dining
for a mop and a bucket
rather than gliding
across the dance floor
they tip-toe through
the sudsy wet mess
What can be done
to salvage their evening?
and their unwashed clothing
that rest in a damp pile
she goes to the kitchen
retrieving wine, fruit and cheese
puts all in a basket
and grabs the car keys
They find a secluded corner
in the brightly lit laundromat
he watches her
put the coins in the slot
finally noticing
that she really looks hot
Catching his gaze
she mischievously says
do you want to get dirty
while the clothes get clean?
reaching under her skirt
to slip them off
she tosses him her panties
he inhales deeply their scent
and throws them into the machine
He pulls her close
voraciously they kiss
while swaying to the beat
of the agitator
his throbbing growth
presses her stomach
she lets down her dress
exposing her breasts
she won’t let his suck
linger too long on each
She turns and leans
onto the machine
her nipples stiffen
as they graze the cold lid
lifting her skirt
he thrusts forward
probing her deepest desire
He moves in and out
mimicking the rhythm
of the pulsating machine
they cry out
with orgasmic joy
as the rinse cycle begins
She stops the machine
he asks why when
they hadn’t reached spin
she inserts more coins
oh they need to wash again
This time
you can eat first
Looking so sexy
in her little black dress
when he gets home
they’re going downtown
for a candle-lit dinner
and dancing till dawn
They’ve almost achieved
their welcome escape
when life intervenes
a soapy stream rushes
beneath the laundry door
from a broken washing machine
They exchange
candles and fine dining
for a mop and a bucket
rather than gliding
across the dance floor
they tip-toe through
the sudsy wet mess
What can be done
to salvage their evening?
and their unwashed clothing
that rest in a damp pile
she goes to the kitchen
retrieving wine, fruit and cheese
puts all in a basket
and grabs the car keys
They find a secluded corner
in the brightly lit laundromat
he watches her
put the coins in the slot
finally noticing
that she really looks hot
Catching his gaze
she mischievously says
do you want to get dirty
while the clothes get clean?
reaching under her skirt
to slip them off
she tosses him her panties
he inhales deeply their scent
and throws them into the machine
He pulls her close
voraciously they kiss
while swaying to the beat
of the agitator
his throbbing growth
presses her stomach
she lets down her dress
exposing her breasts
she won’t let his suck
linger too long on each
She turns and leans
onto the machine
her nipples stiffen
as they graze the cold lid
lifting her skirt
he thrusts forward
probing her deepest desire
He moves in and out
mimicking the rhythm
of the pulsating machine
they cry out
with orgasmic joy
as the rinse cycle begins
She stops the machine
he asks why when
they hadn’t reached spin
she inserts more coins
oh they need to wash again
This time
you can eat first
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