Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you Sure…only allusions…kisses… tulip-love… What about you write something, my Love? A little bit of generosity… I am sleeeeepy, my Love…and weak…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of my Love’s naked allusions…and of those more or less covered… You know I can’t resist that turbulence…lily-storm, forced landing… What turns, my Love? Obstinate mule… Holding my Aussie…tight hug…arch-cuddle…infinite happiness… The exercise post was meant for you, my Love… A little bit of exercise won’t hurt, my Love… EEEverybody is taking the position…and who’s working my Love? Celestial perspective… therapeutical position… Well…I can give it a try, my Love…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily-prison…lily-cuddles…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… Contact…removing the pretext…tulip-capture…seizing the Hills…no conversation, no romaaaance…fire… Exceptionally, I didn’t “say” a word, my Love… Kisses on the hips, down on the Lilies Road…Celestial perspective…ignition… lily-love on the sweets…vampire tulips…up on that line of candor, free fall in the Bazaar…lost underneath…His Sweetness on his way…arch-cuddle, seizing the Hills…The Great intrusion…lost again… My Love dreams that I remain stuck in that certain position…I may need to take that risk… promenade on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…looong lily-fondles, hungry tulips… Again, my Love? And you know I can hardly bend… A naked allusion from accross the Ocean…my Love…come out please…deep intrusion…slipping on the mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road…lily-storm in the Bazaar…hungry tulips…climbing, slipping, landing…lost on you… Arch-cuddle…seizing the Hills…The Great Intrusion…fire…jail time… Actually it works backwards…infinite ecstasy… What turns, my Love? This is the max I can produce now… I’m sorry, my Love, for not realzing this earlier…you should have gimme a call…kisses on the shadow… Aaaach so…with the ‘Turbulent nights’ my Love tries to draw my attention to the uncovered part of his sweeeeet body…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…, kisses down on the thighs, up on the thighs…belly on the hips…forced landing…my most beloved and his transparent allusions…lost How is your day so far, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…envying Bobby… Contact…slipping under the sheets…back hug…kisses on the neck…infinite desire…arch-cuddle…removing the pretext…kisses on the Bells Road..down on the Dimples and Hills…peony-love on the hips, detour on the Hills…back to the front…hugging The Path…lily-storm, hungry tulips…emergency capture…lost in you, lost on you… My most beloved…a four posts summary…you have a lot to “say”…no turns, my Love…I came out stiffer than I went in (the baths)…deep intrusion…hold me a little bit, my Love… My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m soooorry…I fell asleep… Kisses on the Lilies Road…infinite ecstasy…I’m done… I miss my Aussie terribly and he’s making official statements…forced landing… I love you, I love you, I love you… I have to go, my Love…lot of movement around me…I’ll be back at 7 pm only, earlier if I don’t go to the baths…I need some steam and sauna to sweat out the cold…no comments please…kisses Hugging the whole, sweet, sad, impertinent, obstinate Aussie… What does the ring really mean, my Love? Are you well? My Love is afraid to fly…I’ll just eat you…come, my Love…Budapest is closer to Melbourne than Melbourne to Budapest… Lost underneath… My sweet, impertinent Aussie…immersion in the tub…lost in snorkeling… Lily-love, hungry tulips… Removing the towel praetexta…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides…detour on the Mid-Galaxy, a trumpet in the middle…free fall on the Lilies Road with hungry kisses…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…full Bazaar view…kisses down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-storm, crazy tulips…lost underneath…you work…I’m tired… You always do it your way, you most beloved…driving the Balkanic species crazy…kisses on the neck…dowwwn… Obstinate Aussie mule… The New Ring My Love…you frighten me with that ring which carries the meaning of missed convergence, of hopeless waiting, all that quiet falling apart – the decomposition of a life. I hope you are well…don’t scare me… While he’s hiding from me….He’s not simply hiding from me – he is hiding with his entire sweet being: with all his limbs, curls, and other prominences; and I stand in the open Library and wait… My Love is looking for me everywhere in a static mode…, partially in vertical expectation… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…trumpets on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road…infinite ecstasy….WWWhen? Lost on the promenade… I love you…looong lily-fondles, slooowww vampire tulips…Peony-cuddle…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…infinite ecstasy…lost in you Have I “showed” you this method, my Love? Home