Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…jail time…infinite ecstasy… You’ve swum enough, my Love…learn how to use the phone…kisses on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…tulip-capture…fire… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…gentle kisses, hungry kisses…The Beauty & The Lover…lost in The Ouroboros… I know, my Love… WWWhy the ‘movie’, my Love? What’s the problem? Promenade with trumpets and bells…removing the pretext…lily-storm and tulip-love…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite desire…ignition…jail time…butteercups-hug, gems-kisses…The Nose…lost on you No news at the back door…only ‘Shhhhhh’… Infinite ecstasy.. My most beloved…will an undisciplined Aussie tourist come to Budapest for filming? Really? Did he manage to find some silicone gnomes in Budapest too? Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…kisses on the Bells Road…slipping…lilies on the Dimples – pretext off – trumpets on the Hills…infinite sweetness…detour on the hips…down on the thighs…Big Scandal at the front…emergency turn…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…peony-cuddle…The Pulse… lost… The Great Climb-ing…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily prison, jail time… Official statement and swimming is also nice, my Love…I’m snorkeling…my sweet, creative Aussie…lost again… My Love…the ‘Official statement’ & ‘The ring’ is an interesting combination… I start to make funny associations…loooong lily-fondles…tulip-love, forced landing…deep intrusion…lost on you My sweet, beautiful Aussie…infinite Love… How did you sleep, my Love? Did you sleep at all? My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m soooorry…everybody is oppressing me today…deep intrusion…infinite Love I know, I know…no lilies until we marry, but we can’t marry because sweet Aussie doesn’t talk to me… Loooong lilies…kisses …AAAnd get lost in almost feelings…of your breath, your lips, the touch of your skin…your thighs, your hips…AAAnd of The Little Soul… I have to go my Love and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…I’ll be staring at that window with the eyes of my mind, AAAnd… Lost in the window… I’m here, my Love…staring at the Lilies Road in the window…kisses slipping in the Bazaar…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…infinite desire… My Love…why the Big Fat Noir in the elevator? Is this how you feel? How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? And don’t come with the statement…I know The Little Soul is in a Perpetuum Scandal… Pink puff… My sweet Aussie and his “all or nothing” principle… My Love…infinite smile…no celestial perspective unless we marry? The Shadow…infinite sweetness…removing the pretext…hugging The Path, kisses on the hips, seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire… Lost in you…gentle kiss, hungry kiss, lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, detour to the Mid-Galaxy, a trumpet in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road with bells and trumpets…forced landing on the statement…jail time It’s impossible to talk serioulsly with you, my Love, all the attempts end in official statements and Big Scandals…lily-storm, vampire tulips… Or is it a reminder for you? My Love…why do you “bomb” me with ‘The ring’ when you don’t even talk to me? What’s the point? My most beloved…I’m heeeeeere I’m done…kisses And I don’t have to say a word in the process of transmutation? Shouldn’t you discuss it with me, my Love? The D-day must be planned, my Love…sooo? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…and still heavy-headed…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then… D-day dreams…kisses…I love you Irish-Aussie diversions, again… WWWhen? What ‘mirror’, my Love? You are the one to answer my questions… WWWhen? AAh…my Love will not call me until we marry, but we can’t marry because he doesn’t call me…Yossarian and Apple-Cheeks My Love is dissolving the sadness…again…does it work, my Love? It would be much more effortless and eventually with a happier outcome if you called me… D-day immersion… snorkeling… forced landing…arranging the golden curls… The dreamed D-day attack… After so many diversions, my Love, how will I know when you really come to Budapest? Did you know that the Germans failed to repel the D-Day invasion partly because they had been flooded with false intel – including fabricated landing locations – so that when the real invasion came, they were slow to believe it was the actual attack? Removing the pretext…just in case that you prepare with new statements, my Love…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, detour on the Dimples and Hills, seizing the Hills…infinite sweetness…kisses on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…a wink and a lily on His head…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…back to The Big Scandal…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…ignition…fire… Anything else to declare, my Love? Lilying the statement…infinite ecstasy… Hugging The Leg…promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, tulip-love…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite desire…jail time…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…golden curls…lost Home