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

your thoughts you think

You should have thought about it before you weep ed. Your sadness has brought with it an UN-unique order of things that you will forever be involved. Your weakness and short temper will feed your dissonance as you rely on imagination to get you through; that may be the one good thing about you.
Many years ago you started in motion an order of action that thrives and relies on pessimistic views and outside influences to guide your thoughts, you think. Anything but you is what is wrong. But deep down inside you hide away from the rest of us, like the rest of us, and what you see there is pathetic (some are fortunate to not see this). I know how that feels all too well. I know what it is like to look inside and see myself as a standing and steaming, fresh out of the horses ass pile of shit; worthless and weak; useless and meek. I know what it's like to put that uniform on when you would get more pleasure from being constantly poked in the side by an invisible monkey.
The things in motion follow you wherever you go. Your entire real self is what guides your life, not what you show everyone else in fashion and smiles, words and styles. To clear the inside takes time away from things that cramp the real you but you enjoy so much for the quick fix they provide. LLc 98.2

seeming song

We build them up just to break them down. The natural order of things takes care of this for us but we perpetuate the process by evoking the natural order in seeming somber song and sound. Must we be reminded of the order and offered constant remedies to prolong the inevitable? I should say so and without dispute. What else are we going to do with ourselves but bicker and talk about how right we are and how wrong everyone else is. What else are we going to do but be constantly reminded of the past; a flaw in and of itself, only to compare it to our time now. Yes, we must buy things so we can live in one of our many alternate universes'. There is a product out there for everyone and still we break down and fall apart at the seams. We do this not only physically, but we also perpetuate it through words in regards to not only other people but ourselves as well. What else would we do if we didn't act the way we do and sing the way we sing? LLc 98.2

frustrating time

What I enjoy is how we hardly ever change. That old saying, "Once a smart ass always a smart ass!" seems to hold true. I suspect as we get older we learn to behave better in certain ways but the memories remain the same. We still harbor the same feelings we had when we were children whether we like it or not. Whatever turned us on when we were in the fifth grade will still turn us on in our old age. For example, when I was a kid I was turned on by the idea of catching the uncatchable ball. I was spiderman out there when it came to snagging one down the line or popping one over the plate; or at least I thought I was. Hell, even if I missed one I let it fly over me like a leer jet. Most of the time these days rarely do I have the opportunity to let the child in me out to play. Mostly he remains inside and huddled in the corner; overtaken by frustration and time. LLc 98.2

trail of familiarity

It is difficult to explain isn't it? The way this world operates and the credit to whom it goes to is a fascinating thing. Many of us rely on pieces of the past to get us through our days. Who will get our record? Who will be the God of tomorrow, today? Must there be a thousand years or more before there is to be a God?
There are numerous social benefits to any congregation, but there will always be attached to that group a label. That label will categorize them into a special place among the rest of us. This place will have benefits and cons. The benefits will be many, the cons may be even more. To live a tail well we must first learn to walk the familiar trail. LLc 98.2

pain

I saw you today but you avoided me like the plague. I see you and wonder what goes through that head of yours. It must be a crowded place filled with expectations and hair dye. It makes me feel sad knowing I cannot be with you. We will both grow old and wonder=which really sucks!