• My nose.

    Noses are too sexy.
    No really,
    They are.
    Have you looked at your nose lately?
    No?
    Well,
    I happen to have a damn sexy nose.
    It twitches and become,
    Flirty, fun, and coquettish,
    It runs and bleeds and wrinkles,
    It has mood swings,
    Fights with the lines on your face,
    Or the pubescent zits,
    Red spots that it can do nothing to hide,
    Most often described as cute.
    My nose sure isn’t cute.
    Shy and emotional, maybe.
    When I scrunch up my nose,
    It makes it a damn sexy nose.
    The smells that plague it,
    Whether pleasurable or not,
    Read blatantly across my nose,
    Which makes it sensual,
    Not ugly,
    Or deformed,
    Or a carrot on top of a snowman,
    Waiting to melt,
    Until all that’s left is the carrot nose,
    Which is pretty special,
    Because when others make fun my noses,
    I can fully say,
    I do have a damn sexy nose, thank you very much.
    The crooked line from the bridge to the tip is appealing.
    The shadows that fall,
    Only on one side and only during sunrises or sunsets,
    Make it as mysterious as heck.
    Mysterious is attractive.
    Isn’t it?
    It is.
    And I have a damn sexy nose.