My beloved Cicukam. How art thou sweetheart? How is the preparation for the party? The Germans can party for sure, but only Magyars can make real, passionate love. I shall fly to you on the wings of thought and be with you all night. Lie in your arms, kiss you and seduce you--melt your heart into a puddle. Whisper oh so beautiful words of love to you. Make passionate love under the pale Colorado moon, with body soul and spirit.
Take wows, swear oaths, make promises of eternal love. Will you have me. Will you love me always? Eternally? I will. I wonder if you have the ring?
You are the special light of my life. Cherished, protected and loved by my heart forever.
Your Suzie
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