A Load of Anticipation

Biting my lip,

I feel my nerves wash over me As I look at you, Tracing your soft curves, Your silky touch.

I take a step closer, Peeling back your layers, Feeling your warmth.

My eyes linger On your glistening mound, As I shift nervously, A sigh escaping.

I can’t put this any longer.

It’s laundry day.