Crimson thongs.
Violet lace panties.
Black camisole.
Into the machine
Those three things I throw.

 *

Under my skirt
His glance pierces my soul.
He pulls down my thong
heart beating out of control.
The tiny fabric, glistening wet
grabs his attention
like the first time we met.
Fucked on the first date
I can't make him wait.

 *

Pressing the button,
my machine begins to spin.
I mount it with a grin
ready for the fun to begin.
He moves closer
I spread my legs,
an invitation
for his cock's bulbous head.

 *

His jeans disappear
he pushes inside,
his cock penetrates me
erect with pride.
Rhythmic thrusting
crescendoes our moans
until he spills into me,
the air filled with groans.

 *

A gentle smile
plays on my lips
as he brushes
my cheek with his fingertips.
The machine beeps
as the laundry is clean
signaling the end
of our intimate scene.