Tummy Troubles

There is a real and significant danger that I am going to become addicted to your stomach.

I keep imagining how it would feel to run my finger tips over your muscles and caress them. I imagine resting my face against your front and planting butterfly kisses all over your tummy. Everyday, I imagine…I fantasize…

Maybe I should make an attempt to picture you fully clothed instead…

….Goddamn it! Whichever way round you are still gorgeous. I am taking more cold showers than I have ever taken before and yet all I can see is your naked stomach.

I am in nervous knots, my insides gripped, as I try to control the desire. You tell me to behave, to compose myself, and to take a peppermint tea to try to resolve my tummy troubles.