The Shower

[*Charles Bukowski sample*]
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!”
Hen 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- while I stay in
God they missed a line
Turn the water on hotter, feeling the good times of love’s miracle
Then I 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, in fact solves all of it
For as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and
Man
It’s different for each and better and worse for each
For me, it’s splendid enough to remember, past the marching of armies, the horses that walk the streets outside
Past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness
[?], brought it me
When you take it away, do it slowly and easily
Make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of my death
Well

God, all you got's belching and puking or, what kind of audience is this?
[*audience member*] "Read on Charles"
That's good, I, hm, ok. 'Read on Charles'. What do you teach English Lit to?
Listen, before this thing's over I'll come down in the audience and clean out all you babies
I'm a tough son of bitch. I brought my own shit, I'm reading it. Alright, lots of you guys hate me, let me go on