a dog’s nose

I have a beautiful face, except for my nose. It is a dog’s nose, i have the nose of a dog, a dog of a nose. It mars my face. It is swooped and hooked too deeply, my two nostrils are nested into its mournful eyes and breathe hairily through. Armed with it i have a snout, which you sniff and release your piss upon. Now it smells so not-me i quash it off my face, twist its lobes and fleshy dual diaphragms, but it is soft and elastic, almost-wet, not yet a dog’s.