Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home I love you I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…hugging The Path, peony-love on the lilies Road…down in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…slipping, landing…or emergency turn… He’s imprsioned for the night, my Love… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…todaaay, I got a new wristband and I went swimming to the Rudas Baths…it was too cold for the outdoor pool at the Széchenyi Baths…it was sooo boring to swim in that small pool looking at the ceiling… Infinite desire Lost on the Lilies road…seizing the Hills, hugging the thighs…peony-cuddle, lily-love…hungry tulips…emergency turn, silent turn… Sweet shadow…vampire tulips…fire The CET and the days… Almost feelings, shadows and hot nothingness, my Love…dreaming of eating the Aussie…and…nothing… And now what, my Love?…The big nothingness and straitjacket… Trumpets on the swan lines…arranging the curls…turning the impertinent Aussie…Peony-love on The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion…peony-love…glasses off…immersion in your eyes Silent Climb…forced landing… Because The Great Sweetness is not part of his privacy…he can be lilied and captured… I would suggest you make an effort to enhance our dialogues, but my sweet, cruel Aussie would say that it is another attempt of the undisciplined Balkanic tourist to flood his privacy… On that day, you’ll talk, my Love…I’ll listen… To make sure I stay quiet… You work, my Love… We have a lot of secrets, my Love… Silent turn Shhhhh… Impertinent Aussie… Caressing The Shadow…pretext off…hugging the thighs…kisses on the hips, down in the Bazaar…lost in sweets and Scandal…lily-storm, tulip-capture…silence… Sweet Aussie is using my poetry for kinky purposes… What is my Love doing today? Sweeeet capture…The Pulse…jail time… Slipping under the sheets…tight hug, deep intrusion, arch-cuddle… How is my sweet Aussie? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Kisses, I have to go, my Love…golden curls in the wind One trumpet and one lily/ square inch of sweet Aussie… Attack Again, my Love? Why? what has changed? The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…His Sweetness on his way…The Pulse…lily cuddles, jail time…infinite ecstasy… Next turn at 9 pm…kisses EEEverywhere… I can’t stay now, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…no more ‘movie’…the upper lip, the lower lip…deep intrusion… Ach so, my sweet Aussie is making conversation…one ‘movie’ and two ‘hibiscus’ Why do you ‘movie’ me, my Love? Hungry tulips…The Pulse Pretext off…lilyy-fondles Caressing The Shadow…infinite sweetness… Our Secret…buttercups-hug, arranging those curls…lost in you Lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, kisses on the hips…pretext off…hugging the thighs…infinite ecstasy…. My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere The Great Sweetness will be lilied at 3 pm…I have food on the stove, my Love… My sweet Aussie is fooling around in the Library instead of sleeping…back hug, kisses on the swan lines…arranging the curls… All of him I love you