Mrtenant
Lord of Chaos
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It's Just Laundry
The switches, buttons, and that dial
Do nothing, they've been like that awhile
This old Maytag has sure seen better days
The dryer too, or so the repairman says
Taking all of our laundry out the door
To the laundromat- it's the laundry store!
There are stuffy smells of scented soaps
Fabric softeners and people with high hopes
Loading machines, shoving in quarters
Pulling from dryers, clothing sorters
We load outerwear, towels and sheets
Underwear, blankets, socks, and cleats
Standing close, your hands brushing mine
As we sort and fill the washer's soapy brine
Sitting together afterwards, watching it spin
In time, coming clean of all dirt, food, and sin.
Next- to the dryer to watch it all tumble.
Round and round it goes, I hear you mumble.
Kissing your lips against the folding table,
Laughing all the while at some laundry fable.
I hold up your sexy lingerie within full view.
You give a small squeak from my teasing you.
We talk and speak and laugh in those short hours,
My mind drifts to memories of your hair in flowers
The laundry is all clean and folded with care.
Taking it to the car, loving the time we share,
We'll stop in for coffee on the way home,
Extending the day with more places to roam.
The switches, buttons, and that dial
Do nothing, they've been like that awhile
This old Maytag has sure seen better days
The dryer too, or so the repairman says
Taking all of our laundry out the door
To the laundromat- it's the laundry store!
There are stuffy smells of scented soaps
Fabric softeners and people with high hopes
Loading machines, shoving in quarters
Pulling from dryers, clothing sorters
We load outerwear, towels and sheets
Underwear, blankets, socks, and cleats
Standing close, your hands brushing mine
As we sort and fill the washer's soapy brine
Sitting together afterwards, watching it spin
In time, coming clean of all dirt, food, and sin.
Next- to the dryer to watch it all tumble.
Round and round it goes, I hear you mumble.
Kissing your lips against the folding table,
Laughing all the while at some laundry fable.
I hold up your sexy lingerie within full view.
You give a small squeak from my teasing you.
We talk and speak and laugh in those short hours,
My mind drifts to memories of your hair in flowers
The laundry is all clean and folded with care.
Taking it to the car, loving the time we share,
We'll stop in for coffee on the way home,
Extending the day with more places to roam.
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