fuzzy little tummy

I want to lie in bed and blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I want to softly kiss the back of your neck as I hold gently but firmly your waist. I want to send chills down and up your spinal column and I want you to feel relaxed at all times.
If you have a bad day, I want you to come over to me and tell me about it so we can work it out together as a cohesive unit. If someone has created difficulty in your day, just let me know who he is and I will make sure he gets flowers sent to his work with a nice note attached that reads, "hi there, please don't make the woman I love sad anymore, OK. Thank you" LLc 98.2. That way we can calmly resolve the issue.
Maybe I'll put him on my mother's Christmas list so she can send him some fucking cake! Or, maybe I can go clean the man's fucking pool if he has one. Or, how about this, how about you stop with the bullshit and go with your gut instincts because those are the little fuckers that haunt THE MOST in time. Remember that YOUR GUT INSTINCTS ARE THE ONES THAT HURT THE MOST IN TIME IF THEY ARE NOT FOLLOWED WITH TENACITY. IF THEY ARE NOT GIVEN ALL THEIR DUE, THEN ALL THAT COMES AFTER IS A SHOW; A MUDDLED STEW OF SORTS MIXED IN WITH THE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS OF ALL THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US. IN THAT STEW IS ALL THAT IS ROTTEN WITH HUMANITY; THE VERY SAME SHIT WE SEE ON TV EVERYDAY. IN THAT STEW ARE MANY UNHAPPY GHOSTS.
No, if you have a feeling about something, anything, or if you have a bad day for this reason or that, it is not always best to verbalize it. Not everything needs to be talked about. You rely on that shit far too much I suspect. Is it possible for you to think for yourself? You used to be that way I am sure, just like the days when I began to blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I just wish I could blow on yours and this was meant for you, I am alone and blue without you in my arms. My heart is not good enough. It never will be. This is killing me! LLc 98.2

u r so fucking awesome

When I first saw you it felt as if I had been running, my heart was beating that fast. I looked at you and began to dream about me and you and a love that will never pass. It is hard to explain how you move me the way you do, but you sure move me well. It is not your out of place hair or your strange clothes that struggle to match. It is not your snappy and seemingly automatic responses to difficult questions about topics few care to tackle. It is not your cute face and smooth legs, your long neck or wonderful pale skin that moves me. What moves me about you is your laugh and your crooked little smile. I swear I could just eat you up like an ice cream bar licking and kissing you from head to toe all night long until the cows come home, then cook you breakfast. I would really like to make you feel like the woman you are because for one reason and the other you mean everything to me. Is that weird? Hell no it's not! LLc 98.2