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