Poems Rethabile Likes

Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski | Poems Rethabile Likes Like A Flower In The Rain by Charles Bukowski I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt as she sat upright in bed spreading lotion over her arms face and breasts after bathing. then she lit a cigarette: "don't let this put you off," and smoked and continued to rub the lotion on. I continued to rub the cunt. "you want an apple?" I asked. "sure," she said, "you got one?" but I got to her— ...