Tongued-Tied

No extra d's in that title, but don't believe everything that you re-re-read; not stuttering. You mapped me correctly but you took a wrong turn at Pine Street; should've left, right? Too blank to fuck; surprise me, and the when the blood is dry, come and lay with me. Aww, too morbid or too naughty for your tastes? Too bad. Hey, Sweetheart, how far is too far? Because I've gone and got my big head stuck in the balustrade of your heart and I'm overlooking infinity and, Boy, I barely know you, but would you marry me? Now steal those words from my mouth, clutch my shoulders, spur my ear, and tell me exactly what I want to hear.

Write back and place it between the bed and the springs.