Laundry Day

You rise at dawn,
put your sweats on,
you grab your hamper,
to the laundry you scamper,

you start sorting the clothes into piles,
your partner enters and smiles,
while you sort the clothes,
your guard is down and she knows,

you open the washer and toss stuff in,
you measure the soap and set it to begin,
suddenly a hand grabs your rear,
as you turn you're drawn near,

she has just begun her attack,
she pushes you til the machine is flush with your back,
stealing kisses all the while,
wearing a Cheshire cat smile,

she lifts you up onto the machine,
adding to the laundry she seems keen,
she tears off your shirt then pulls off your pants,
then removes her own before adjusting her stance,

your legs now spread with your knees on her hips,
she blatantly licks her lips,
your eyes lock in a stare,
then she pulls your head back by your hair,

she tickles your neck with her tongue,
praise you shower with curses among,
as she traces her way down your chest,
showing how she knows you best,

touching every spot that makes you squirm and react,
the sensations making your toes contract,
her free hand now around your neck constricts,
as now your interference she restricts,

she lays you down with your back on the dryer,
you see in her eyes a desire,
you see her grin,
as she sets it to spin,

she reclaims her hand from your hair,
sliding it quickly down there,
as the machine starts to vibrate,
her hand begins to titillate,

under your breathe you begin to mutter,
til you reach a point where you shudder,
from your throat her hand departs,
to the back of your head it embarks,

pulling your faces nose to nose,
before each others lips you enclose,
she ensnares you in her arms,
you can't resist her charms.