Scandal in the bazaar while My Love is still cold after my yesterday’s festival…what can I “say”, my sweet, impertinent, incredibly beautiful Aussie? Attack…

…hugging The Path, hugging the Hills…infinite desire…bells and lilies on the Lilies’ Road down to the border…trumpets and bells…your scent, the scent of Love…The Great Reveal…His Greatness, the Lily Perplexity himself…a trumpet on his sweet head, lily-fondles on The Pulse, peony cuddles, hungry tulips…emergency 🛬…I love you…