Oh laundry, why must you taunt me? I love to wear you, feel your clean softness against my warm skin, it feels so good when you wrap your body around mine in a sweet embrace.
But then all your goodness comes to and abrupt end when I have to strip away from your strong arms and toss you away for another lover of the night. You land in that ugly heap on the bathroom floor and take every amount of abuse as I step on you. You lay there watching as I step into the clean stream of the shower to be loved by the tingling sensations of hotness, never to mumble a word as I cleanse myself to utter bliss and trade you in for something more comforting.
I love my laundry. I hate my laundry.
You take revenge on me, as you and your friends gather together in disgruntled revolt. You all scream at me, "wash us, we want you to work for the love we give!". I cringe every time I have to gather you up in my arms and shove you in the washer to be loved and cleaned by the machine and then to be dried and freshened by the dryer. I thought I loved you? But I hated you for this misery you put me thru, so I went to take a break from your nastiness. I thought it was over, it wasn't....
You yelled at me to bring you back to your safe haven in my room. I then knew that I hated you most. You demanded that I fold you or hang you. You demanded that I make sure you had no wrinkles in your lovely skin, and finally you made me love you once more, for you were back where you belonged, in my drawer. To be worn and love once more, for another day of pure bliss as you wrapped me in you arms again.....
I love my clean laundry..
Sunshine247
But then all your goodness comes to and abrupt end when I have to strip away from your strong arms and toss you away for another lover of the night. You land in that ugly heap on the bathroom floor and take every amount of abuse as I step on you. You lay there watching as I step into the clean stream of the shower to be loved by the tingling sensations of hotness, never to mumble a word as I cleanse myself to utter bliss and trade you in for something more comforting.
I love my laundry. I hate my laundry.
You take revenge on me, as you and your friends gather together in disgruntled revolt. You all scream at me, "wash us, we want you to work for the love we give!". I cringe every time I have to gather you up in my arms and shove you in the washer to be loved and cleaned by the machine and then to be dried and freshened by the dryer. I thought I loved you? But I hated you for this misery you put me thru, so I went to take a break from your nastiness. I thought it was over, it wasn't....
You yelled at me to bring you back to your safe haven in my room. I then knew that I hated you most. You demanded that I fold you or hang you. You demanded that I make sure you had no wrinkles in your lovely skin, and finally you made me love you once more, for you were back where you belonged, in my drawer. To be worn and love once more, for another day of pure bliss as you wrapped me in you arms again.....
I love my clean laundry..
Sunshine247
you really do write quite well!