bryan nally

 

 

Angel Breath On My Neck

 

even though you smell like poop most of the time, i still like to steal a big whiff of your scalp right off the top of your head. it's hard to deal with your endless screaming, though i enjoy your squeaky little grunts that leave me no choice but to call you piggy. and, although i never touch the stuff, it's pleasant to watch you suck down milk like i used to hit the booze. as i sit around actively not doing that very thing it comforts me greatly to know that if i keep it straight i will always be privvy to those short bursts of air from your sleepy nose that land warmly on my neck.