After we like to shower.
(I want the water hotter
from what she wants)
and his face is calm and serene.
Before I wash my soap balls you
raises the balls, squeezes, then wash the `Birds
" Hey, it's still hard! "
then lather the skin, stomach,
back, neck, legs,
I smile, smile, smile,
and then I wash her,
another kiss and she comes first,
dry, sometimes sings,
meter
remain open in the warm water
enjoying the miracle of love Linda
you that you gave me. When I bring him
away, foul
slowly, deftly,
like I'm dying in my sleep and not wake up, amen.
Charles Bukowski
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