Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…don’t know how am I going to powerpoint…lost on your thighs…and you should sleep not fool around in The Library…one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie And the Széchenyi ballooooon… The Széchenyi cupola(s)…I can’t have enough contemplating it… Lost in the deep aquamarine fire Kisses on the arms, up to the swan lines…all off…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems kisses…lost on you And who’s going to powerpoint, my Love? Infinite desire… On The Original…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing Curls is tired…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…a trumpet in the middle, down on the Lilies Road…lily-fondles on the sweets…peony-cuddle, hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…sweeeet capture…lost in you… Kisses on the hips, bells on The path, down on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…siezing the Hills…and The Great Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire Lost in your beauty… And the hot nothingness OOOh…I know, my Love…sweet, crazy almost feelings…oscillating between your eyes, your lips, your thighs…the Lilies Road…AAAnd… How is your heart, your soul? Me too…and now that we have gone through the agenda… My most beloved…may I give you an advice? That morning shake of yours… it’s too much information for the body at once. Hormones go crazy – as we can see. Two ingredients at a time is enough. And don’t blend – it destroys the structure of the fruits/ vegetables… not to mention the sugar, which the body absorbs much faster that way… it’s not good. Don’t shoot… Today is another Powerpoint day, my Love…HHHow…infinite ectsasy… How was your day, my Love? My Love, I am heeeeeere… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…hopefully in time…until then, rain of Love…purring on your chest…sometimes slipping in the Bazaar… Lost…disregard the razor, my Love… Back in the Valley…hugging the thighs…kisses on the lilies Road…seizing The Great Sweetness, lily-love, tulip-capture…The Pulse… That deep, focused silence of yours which burns… Your deep aquamarine silence, my Love…how can an actor be soooo quiet? In two years you didn’t say a word… Arranging the curls…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…sweeeet capture…fire Lost…I don’t forget the question, my Love… What were the ‘Days’ about, my Love? Exposé…eating the impertinent Aussie…hungry tulips… On Sunday I fly to Erlangen and my Sweet Aussie won’t be there… In the Focus Booth Immersion…seizing the Hills, lily-storm in the Bazaar…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath My most beloved…tight hug…all off… And what is my Love doing today? Todaaay I swam a lot, my Love… I can’t swim backstroke in a straight line – I keep drifting into the lane rope, don’t know why… I was focusing so hard on keeping straight that one of my toes cramped up, and I had to swim 50 meters with 9 toes… and it hurt soooo much… Curls…I love you My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…in the Valley I love you, c’est tout Lost but I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…lost in your beauty , immersion in your eyes, slipping in the Valley… Interruptions again, my Love…deep intrusion, kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines… You could “say” a few words more my Love, not just describe the process… The Great Climb-ing on Curls…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, down on The Path…tulip-capture…forced landing…lost The Egg is on holiday, and we have no guidance…we’re trying to fix things ourselves I’m sooooorry, it took longer…Powerpoint with Rangolie Gimme 15 min, my Love interruption… Hugging the thighs, celestial perspective…up with kisses, lily-storm on the sweets, vampire tulips…fire It burns… A trumpet in the middle My beautiful, tormented aussie… Have you had any sleep, Curls? Tight hug, deep intrusion… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Home