Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Dreaming…I love you I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back tomorrow at 8 am…until then…put down the guitar…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls… The Shadow is in the shadow…kisses on that line of candor in the window…detour to the Lilies Road, fall in the Parliament…lily-love, crazy tulips…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…ignition…fire… Of course, it is the perfect post to “answer” my question – ‘in the shadow…’ And where is The Shadow, my Love, if I may ask? Where is my Love now? In AU with the silicone gnomes? To the hot and humid Mississippi…no allusions…I just hate the hot and humid weather My sweet Aussie could come to see me… In mid June I go to Jackson…at least 14 hrs in the flying can…I was told that the only thing of interest in Jackson is the factory… Hold me a little bit, my Love… Self-service, my Love…submit the statement…The Path on the hills…your thighs…lost…I’m exhausted…all day long I danced on eggshells again… My Love and his one-var code…arranging the sweet curls… HHHow, my Love? Pretext(s) off…hugging the whole sweet Aussie…lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road, down on the Lilies Road…seizing all the sweets including the one making statements all day long…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…fire Looking at your photos…mollies all over the place… WWWhen? How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Has anything happened since we “talked” in your morning? My Love, I’m heeeeere I must go, you, golden curls…rain of Love… Why I love you or why I remove all the pretexts, my Love? 1. Incredibly beautiful and incredibly impertinent + only God and Spirits know 2. To oppress the Aussie and seize all the sweets… My most beloved, I have to go…I’ll be back at 8:30 pm…until then…daydreaming of removing all the pretexts…I love you Because he’s sweeeeeeet Eating the Aussie I’m trying to book the flight to Berlin – through the company’s system, the price is higher than for Shanghai, travel time 6-8 hrs with 1-2 stops…unbelievable…the shortest option: WizzAir…left leg strecth + 5,000 HUF, right leg stretch + 7,000 HUF, breathing +…otherwise is cheap…infinite laughs… Don’t know OOOh buoy… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Holding you… peony-love all over…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… I doooon’t understand, my Love… Under the towel praetexta…lost in the Bazaar… The sweetness of your being…HHHow many more statements, my Love? “What he built between you and B., and between each of you and him, was not collateral to his life’s purpose. It was the purpose. “ I’m glad my sweet Aussie is in playing mood…turning the Aussie, removing all the pretexts, trumpets on neck, down on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, trumpets and bites on the Hills…infinite sweetness, infinite hunger…detour on the hips, WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Emergency turn…tulip-love…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you… What would you like to know, my Love? Or is it an Irish-Aussie provocation, again? Or a pretext? As I see, the parliamentary session has begun…a wink and a lily on his head…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost in you…deep intrusion Gentle kiss, hungry kiss, the upper lip, the lower lip…infinite desire… Because everybody oppresses me, my Love…tortured Gemini… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere again…late again…I’m sooooorry I needed answers, my Love which you didn’t give me… The sweetness of your being…in the shadow of the one statement…I have to go, my Love and you should sleep…it’s 1-2 am in your worlds which you don’t let me in…I love you…I’ll be back at 4 pm…kisses on the Lilies Road, hugging the Bazaar… Pretexts, pretexts, my Love…you don’t trust me – but not because of him…removing one of the pretexts…kisses on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips, slipping on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up to His Sweetness…Big Scandal, looong lilies, hungry tulips…lost in you…forgot to seize the Hills…collapse… I’m sooorry for being late, my Love…EEEverbody is torturing me…I’m drowning in ambiguity and confusion…especially with The Egg…everything is blurred, nobody is talking clearly…love-squeeze, deep intrusion… My Love…my sweet, impertinent Aussie…please don’t torture me with ‘I asked Claude…’ It’s hard enough that I don’t have any direct contact with you because you don’t want to… My Big Romantic… Kisses on the Lilies Road, tulip-capture…fire… Okaaay…no need to comment, my Love…arranging the curls, deep intrusion… Then self-service…I love you…kisses Let’s sleep…back hug, arch-cuddle… I wanted to see you before going to bed and I watched a few scenes from Station 19…my sweet, beautiful, talented Aussie… What is my Love doing in the shadow? I love you, I love you, I love you but I fall on the desk… What is my Love doing in the shadow? I love you, I love you, I love you but I fall on the desk… Home