dear smell of your head diary,
there is only but a few things that i miss in this life about certain things i don't have a part of any longer, and quite possibly the smell of the side of the head could be one thing i would beg to forget, if i could. it was so sweet and i would have no problem identifying that smell at any given time, but what i do not understand is how that smell changed so fast when it got to your neck. your porky pig neck stunk like burnt oil glazed on the back of a skunk and sometimes the air in our town smells the same way. i will not soon forget that either it seems, but the top side of your head was a dream, and that's why i always had my hands up there when you fucked me. well, that and to try and keep that little mother fucker from falling out.
there is only but a few things that i miss in this life about certain things i don't have a part of any longer, and quite possibly the smell of the side of the head could be one thing i would beg to forget, if i could. it was so sweet and i would have no problem identifying that smell at any given time, but what i do not understand is how that smell changed so fast when it got to your neck. your porky pig neck stunk like burnt oil glazed on the back of a skunk and sometimes the air in our town smells the same way. i will not soon forget that either it seems, but the top side of your head was a dream, and that's why i always had my hands up there when you fucked me. well, that and to try and keep that little mother fucker from falling out.