Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 At the Laundromat

I have a thing 'bout underwear,

Warm and fresh out of the dryer.

Ah that feeling, hard to compare

Anything that gets me higher.

A time and place I cannot wait

For chance, warm underwear to don.

Against my skin it feels so great,

As excitedly I slip on.

I have no dryer at my home.

Warm underwear being my aim,

Off to laundromats I do roam,

And make it into a fun game.

At the laundromat I guess who

These warm underwear belong to.