Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Click to re-shuffle the shadows… Contact…kisses on the swan lines, down on the gems…lost I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…the usual turbulent night and longing…rain of Love… This is the Gemini’s season, my Love…and you’re still at the other end of the Gemini corridor… WWWhen? Anything else you’d like to “tell” me, my Love? Contact…a trumpet in the middle, kisses on the Lilies Road…peony-love on the Hills… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The Great Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…jait time…infinite desire…lost Peony-cuddle, Tulip-love…slipping, landing…fire My Love has lost his comb…deep intrusion… WWWhy is everything so hard, my Love? Lost underneath…infinite Love…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison…jail time HHHow, WWWhen, my Love? Contact…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…The Beauty, The Hunger and The Melancholy…lost in between… On Sunday I will fly to Berlin…and you’ll not be there, my Love…I will return on Tuesday night…then on June 20 – on my birthday – great gift – I will go to Jackson, most probably through Atlanta…and again, you’ll not be there… What festival, my Love? I’m good… Slipping under the sheets…pretexts off, back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples…trumpets and bells and bites and peony-love on the Hills…detour to the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-storm, tulip-love…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lost in you… Tell to that adorable fluffy to go away…we have work to do… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping…hugging The path…purring on the Lilies Road…infinite longing… How is your day, my Love? Do you work, do you rest, do you fool around? Hugging the whole sweet Aussie, love-squeeze…I am all over the place, my Love…before I got this job I was busy all day…now it’s crazy… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…dreaming of the day when I’ll eat you…attack The Pulse…jail time…fire Forced landing… Promenade on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Sometimes I feel I’m Doumbé…minus the White House… The whole world is here except my sweet Aussie… WWWhen will you come to Budapest, my Love? Lost underneath…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…lily cuddles, jail time…The Pulse WWWhere is my Love? The best thing in working for an European corporate is that on Friday everything – almost everything stops – not even the grass grows…sending an email asking for something feels like an offense…and they take holidays for a whole month… Immersion in the Bazaar…It doesn’t look like that but it’s a celestial perspective…lost in you Finally…The Shadow of a dialogue…deep intrusion…pretext off…inspecting the Aussie… Are you here/ there, my Love? It feels like I’m rolling the morning’s ecstasy and explosion What’s this, my Love? My Love posted himself at the backdoor…was it intentional? Anyway…I love to see you EEEverywhere… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere… No need to jump on the cupboard…I’ll catch you anyway… kisses Then why don’t you call me, my stubborn Aussie? I have to go, my Love…the PowerPoint is waiting for me…I’ll be back at 3 pm for 15-20 min…until then…love-squeeze…infinite longing to hear your voice…I love you My Love has something to “say”…no romaaaaaance…lily-storm, forced landing…deep intrusion…lost on you… Somewhere in the LA prairie…the shadow of His Sweetness…pretext off…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lost in the Bazaar… Or is my Love sleepy? Although God knows where you are now…which side of the world, in the mountains/ at the ocean…in the prairie…come here… My love is fooling around in The Library…while I’m suffering from click-fatigue…kisses on the thighs…infinite desire… And I am the Transylvanian Fast Services, my Love… The Hunger…lost in between My Love wants to marry me in The Library, again…No. Only under the lemon trees, my Love. How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Immersion in your eyes, gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy…a trumpet in the middle… I’m sorry my Love, all sorts of interruptions…deep intrusion…kisses on the swan lines…