Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love is provoking me… Kisses…and three trumpets I’m sleeeepy and still heavy-headed, my Love…and on the top of everything – facing another turbulent night without you…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I can’t forget the periscope, so most probably I’ll be snorkeling… No, my Love, we don’t play periscope again…forced landing… Hugging The Path, caressing The shadow…seizing The Hills…lily-love, hungry tulips…fire…The Path on the Hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison…hot velvet, hard prisoner…The Pulse…lost Lot of snorkeling in a day, my Love…lost on you…on the Lilies road, on your hips…in the Bazaar…emergency landing…The Pulse…intermittent jail time…deep intrusion…the path on The Path…your thighs…lilies on the Gems…collapse… Lost underneath…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lily-cuddles…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…collapse… Why the ‘movie’, my Love? What have I done? The sweetness of your being…slipping on that line of candor…ecstasy in the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…ignition…jail time ‘Official statement’ + ‘Széchenyi Baths’ – my Love took the periscope position, again…I’m snorkeling…again…lost Don’t take your preferred position…any explanation, my Love? I was looking at the photos and videos posted by the fans…you talk to everyone, my Love, except me… Lilying the statement – that’s all I get – virtual statements…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing on The Centre of the Universe…sweet prisoner…jail time… I know that His Sweetness is the Centre of the Universe and The Essence of Everything…but does it have any practical bearing when it comes to planning a wedding, or even just a casual encounter – or a phone call? OOOh, my “all or nothing” Aussie…and how will we achieve that? Any idea? WWWhen will we have a talking council, my Love? To hear your voice, to smile on your sweet accent…to kiss you for every “greaaat”…I love you… Lost beneath…deep intrusion, love-squeeze, arch-cuddle…peony-love down on the Bells Road, seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…jail time How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss, arranging the golden curls… Or Mademoiselle Noire? My Love, I’m heeeeeere…I don’t have a photo with you and Monsieur Noir… 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… Home