Excerpt from "Love is a Dog from Hell" by "Charles Bukowski" She wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powdered and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled but she still had the ass of a young girl and the legs were good. she wore blue panties and I got them off raised her dress, and with the TV flickering I took her standing up. as we struggled around the room (I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life, marvellous so marvellous like eating cold olives at 3 a.m. with half the town on fire) I came. Read more