Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

The Shower


we like to shower afterwards

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Timothy O'brien (3/8/2009 1:21:00 AM)

    this is incomplete the whole thing is this.

    we like to shower afterwards
    (I like the water hotter than she)
    and her face is always soft and peaceful
    and she'll watch me first
    spread the soap over my balls
    lift the balls
    squeeze them,
    then wash the cock:
    'hey, this thing is still hard! '
    then get all the hair down there, -
    the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
    I grin grin grin,
    and then I wash her...
    first the cunt, I
    stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
    I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
    wash there with a soothing motion,
    I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
    then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
    the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
    soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
    the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
    and then the cunt, once more, for luck...
    another kiss, and she gets out first,
    toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
    turn the water on hotter
    feeling the good times of love's miracle
    I then get out...
    it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
    and getting dressed we talk about what else
    there might be to do,
    but being together solves most of it
    for as long as those things stay solved
    in the history of women and
    man, it's different for each-
    for me, it's splendid enough to remember
    past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
    when you take it away
    do it slowly and easily
    make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
    my life, amen. (Report) Reply

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