Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html We’ll marry at 8 pm, my Love…kisses My most beloved, I have to go…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie… No bending…lost underneath…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle, peony-love on the back…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…sweeet intrusion…lily prison…hot velvet, hot hardness…jail time…infinite desire… I’m sorry, my Love…interruption by colleague mollies…and they talk a lot…you know… What is my Love doing now? I’m heeeeere, my Love…longing for you… Or is it the other way around…lonely vs. alone…don’t know, but you know what I mean… It breaks my heart knowing that you are alone there – although most probably you are not lonely…hugging the whole, sad Aussie… I love your hands…did I tell you? Trumpets all over… Exactly, my Love…especially now that I am cold…still…I imagine the heat of your skin…lost…and your thighs, and your hips…and the kisses on the Bells Road…AAAnd when I turn the Aussie…the Big Scandal…lost again…lily-storm, forced landing…infinite ecstasy… My sweet, incredibly beautiful Aussie… had to crop out the molly…sorry… I can’t write in this position, my Love…lost underneath…deep intrusion…your breath, your lips…the touch of your skin…arch-cuddle…The Great Intrusion…infinite Love…lily prison jail time… My most beloved…doooon’t be sad…arranging the golden curls…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… Hugging the Path, kisses on the hips, trumpets on the Lilies Road, seizing the Hills…immersion in the sweets and scandal…emergency capture… And what are these diversive posts about Budapest? It’s about the images, right? Not the title…I wish I am one of your groupies sometime… What ‘undisciplined tourists’, my Love? I didn’t visit your account lately, my Love…not that I could… AAAhhh…so the elevator is for getting married…any other great idea, my Love? Ach so…we must get aquainted…I see…do we really need an elevator, my Love? A bed is much more comfortable…Lily-storm, tulip-love…forced landing… My most beloved…what is ‘The elevator’ about? My Love, I’m heeeeeere…back hug, kisses on the neck… The next impertinent statement will be addressed at 4 pm…kisses I’m here/ there, my Love…just playing that I’m fine… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…the upper lip, the lower lip…The Ouroboros… Tears are salted, The Ocean is salted… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…promenade up to the hips, down on that line of candor, detour to the Bazaar…up on the Lilies Road, down on the Lilies road…infinite desire… Contact…peony-love on the chest, down on the Mid-Galaxy, free fall on the Lilies Road…removing the pretext…celestial perspective…seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips…detour to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy… Lost in you…arch-cuddle, deep intrusion…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, sweet prisoner…jail time… And now he is swimming, again…why the tears, my Love? What are the blocks? And for how long are you going to circle around that only thought, my Love? WWWhy don’t you talk to me? In fact I am a consultant, my Love…we can call it “consultancy” What can I do, my Love? It doesn’t depend on me… My Love is hiding, uncovering the undercover…lilying the statement…tulip-love, forced landing…infinite ecstasy…and don’t ‘movie’ me early in the morning, my Love… Any sign of any kind of materialization – copper, iron, silver, wood, stone…etc. – my Love? Without the derrière watch… My Love is transmuting something to something again… That’s your specialty, my Love…I just love you… My Love is still sad…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy…a trumpet in the middle, free fall on the Lilies Road with hearts and bells…trumpets on the hips…slipping on that sweeeeet line of candor…kisses on the thighs…celestial perspective…wonderful view to start the day…sweets and scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…lost underneath…jail time… Yeah…whatever my sweet Aussie calls “conversation”…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…arranging the golden curls… We can’t swim, my Love…how our hair will look like? Our default sadness is aggravating…I know, my Love…sometimes, many times, I wish I run into the woods and scream… So my Love is sad…why? My sweet Aussie should decide, swimming or sewing… Holding my sweet, obstinate Aussie…and whichever groupie is around him…deep intrusion Why is my love sad? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere Home I don’t want you out of my aura, my Love…you’re part of my aura already…I love you…shhhhh…I’m just sleeeeepy… Closed until 8 am… Kisses, again… Sure, my Love, because I’ll write the script for the next 50 years, my sweet Aussie will click on ‘Our dialogues’ and ‘Our festivals’…