By z
Date: 2 March 1998

Laundry Night Special

It's like the night we did the marathon, 
six-load laundry room special. 
Warm, fuzzy clothes fresh out
of the dryer, all jumbled together
and crackling with energy.

Then it happened.  Like a snap of a rubber
band, electricity jumped.  Yes, as i was handing 
you your fluffy whites, something pulsed between us.
We both squealed like goofy kids. It was a fleeting 
charge, but this little thrill rippled right over me.

Sweetheart, let me tell you, your lips could power a
million laundry rooms.