What happens when we run out of metaphors? What happens when we run out of ways to say I love you? Will there still be the static? This electricity? If the power goes out make love to me. Remember that between our words are spaces, spaces for new letters spaces for new emotions and firsts. And the best part there is so much said in silence and we are fine in the dark, soft finger tips, soft lips and emotional trips. Forever yours. You'll be the man I marry. Love cuppy.
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