What can YOU say in six sentences?
The lewd memory haunts me to this day, and she’ll never know it because I’m too much of a nice guy.
Julie let her head fall back, her smile wriling hungrily under the sharp hormonal glint of her eyes, and nestled it in a slightly tilted position on the pillow a fraction of a steamed second after scattered waves and bunches of her sharpie black hair found their resting places among the fluffy pillow that possessed twice as much buxom as her innocent but homely curves. My hand proceeded…Continue
I step into the shower "Love is a dog from hell," folded damp on the bathroom floor, heavy reading when I have the time. Poems from 1974-1977 about women whacking off a man who's dirty, filthy, probably smells. They gave him one night stands, gingerale and brandy in a paper cup, fried eggs in bed. I keep this in mind while washing the grit from my forehead, I exfoliate my elbows in an effort to stay soft, feminine, anything for you. Page 209 Bukowski… Continue