Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Fire, come with me… I miss you I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I haven’t finish the packing and tomorrow I have to wake up at 5 am…can you imagine that? I’ll be back around 1 pm…from Berlin…until then…you could learn to use the phone, my Love…rain of trumpets…infinite Love…my cautious, shy, stubborn Aussie…I love you I know, my Love…my sweet Aussie is neglected…kisses on the Gems, down on the tender sides, landing on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost…infinite ecstasy… One of the accountant mollies…Jenny…after 2 liters of beer…I’m still wondering how could she drink so much…anyway…she was singing – her own composition – music and text, hugging me: Danaaaaa I want you to be myyyy Bossss…forgetting that every day we were debating on unpaid invoices – because of discrepancies of pennies…she worked for the english channnel partner of the previous company I worked for…well…a penny is a penny… My sweet Aussie feels neglected…kisses on the neck, down on the Gems…snorkeling…I swam enough today, my Love…lost on you The funny thing is that the English mollies drink as much as the tomcats…at least the ones I met…they were accountants…maybe this explains the thing… You should have seen the English/ British tomcats on the beer bus… Todaaaay, I went swimming to Rudas Baths…it was almost empty, I guess because most of the undisciplined felines were at Széchenyi Baths or at the soccer match – Arsenal – PSG… there were a lot of drunk British tomcats in the city – though to be fair, they don’t need a sporting event as an excuse to get drunk or to sing and yell on a party bus, scaring the normal felines…and there were street fights between the English and the French tomcats…infinite laughs… To hide the Aussie… No worries, my Love, I won’t do the ‘come here…’ at the airport…or maybe I should? Promenade with trumpets and peony-love…pretext off…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping…landing… Come here…buttercups-hug… Contact…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…infinite ecstasy…kisses on the lines of candor, celestial perspective…lily-love, tulip-capture…The Pulse…emergency turn…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lost in you…ignition I saw the ‘Where is The Great Sweetness’ and ‘I love you’ at the back door…And ‘What I have done/not done?’…You know what you have not done, my Love…deep intrusion, peony-love, kisses on the swan lines… Tulip-love, hot velvet, hot hardness…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Parliamentary debate…lily-storm on the statement How is your day, my Love? And how was your night? Did you sleep or fooled around in The Library, again? This is WWWhy I’d prefer my sweet Aussie to come to Budapest, cause it would save me from a big turbulence in the Bermuda decagon… Imagine what happens if I travel to see my sweet Aussie… I know that a 2 days travel shouldn’t cause such a turbulence…but I’m still learning how to travel light… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere…lost in the Bermuda decagon… You should sleep, my Love…next turn at 9 pm I love you One/ square inch of sweet Aussie… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…I’ll try earlier but I can’t promise…you put this photo at the back door because you noticed I like it more than the others…it’s because I can hug and oppress the whole Aussie…so until then I will be dreaming…infinite Love…rain of trumpets… I’m still at the door, my Love… I haven’t “invaded” your account…no doumbé request…’doumbé’ is the new term for the ‘follow’ in social media…I think it perfectly expresses the essence in the context of following someone on social medial… What is the ‘Curious chicken’ at the back door, my Llove? I wanted dialogue, he came with his ‘why?-s’…deep intrusion, arranging the curls, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… My sweet Aussie and his diversions…pretext off…crazy florals, tulip capture… Is this how my Love fights montonoy? With turns? the Path on the hills, your thighs…lost…your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…The pulse…lily cuddles…infinite ecstasy… Deep intrusion…opressing the aussie…Fluffy out… I can hardly tolerate montony, my Love…especially in conversations… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily prison, lily love…jail time…lost in you… I understand, my Love…your work by itself is a whirlwind of everything…you need at least a few things around you that don’t change…arranging the golden curls… Come here… My Love needs a looooong time to process the changes…kisses on that line of candor…hugging The Path…seizing the Hills… My Love is very conservative… …we use the same vars at least for 3 months… It’s not festival, my Love, just a statement of facts… Are you here/ there, my Love? I’m rolling the same ecstasy… This is our default state, my Love…and beside all these? Are your happy with your work, life…? How is my Love doing? His heart, hiy soul? Peony-love in his curls…kisses on the swan lines…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… My Love, I’m back… The thought to give me 10 min, my Love? My sweet Aussie is just clicking… Gimme 10 min, my Love… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Home Click to re-shuffle the shadows… Contact…kisses on the swan lines, down on the gems…lost