Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Me too, my Love…my incredibly beautiful Aussie… Infinite ecstasy… I’m sleeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…peony-love on the tender sides, slipping on the hips…kisses on the Hills, detour to the front…fall in the Bazaar…kisses and lilies and peony-love…lost underneath…sweeeet weight, The Great Intrusion…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire Talk to me, my Love…promenade to the Parliament…sweets and Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…i love you What night, my Love? Where are you know? In Europe? Lost in your eyes… The Beauty, The Hunger, The Melancholy and The Lover…The Ouroboros in between… Hold the board, my Love… Wild dreams of an attack on the beach, behind the board… Slipping on that line of candor in the window…HHHow can you be sooo beautiful, my Love? Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills, lily-storm on the sweets…on the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness…hungry tulips…lost in the Bazaar…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…infinite desire…The Pulse…jail time… Would you “say” something, my Love? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…Lost in between… Hugging the whole beautiful Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies n the Gems…slipping on the aussie..arch-cuddle, forced landing…jail time…lost on you… My most beloved, I’m back… Nooo title Gimme 15 min, my Love… My too, my Love…today I saw a head with golden curls at the bath…he looked very much like you from behind…I didn’t see his face…for a few seconds my heart fell in my pants… Lilying the statement…peony-cuddle…The Pulse…lost…forced landing… Pretext off…hugging The Path, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…seizing the Hills…trumpets on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…sweets and scandal…infinite ecstasy…lily-love, vampire tulips…lost underneath…sweeeet weight…jail time…ignition…fire, again… Fire… OOOh…attack AAAnd my sweet Aussie? Did you sleep, my Love? How’s your day? Your heart, your soul? Kisses on the neck… So I had to swim in the thermal pool, around the soaking felines… I went to buy new ones and the woman at the shop told me to be careful because EEEverybody is steeling EEEverbody’s flip-flops…and that yesterday there were so many undisciplined tourists that they had to close the bath…arranging the curls… And someone took my flip-flops My Love…unbelievable…the big pool was empty…no water…and still there was again an invasion of undisciplined tourists… My most beloved, I miss you… I love you, I love you, I love you Up to the curls with crazy florals… I have to go and you should sleep, my Love…todaaaay I go swimming to the Big pool at Széchenyi Baths…I’ll be back at 9pm…I’ll try to check on you earlier but I can’t promise…until then…dreaming of The Beauty, the Hunger and The Melancholy… Missing my Aussie… You most beloved…and I wasn’t there to arrange the curls… You’ve been hiding your whole life, my Love… Lost in between It’s the eyes and the upper lip where the theater mask doesn’t hold, my Love… I am intrigued by the upper lip…It’s beauty and hunger and the melancholy of the theater mask…deep intrusion… Cartoons again or silicone gnomes? Lost on that line of candor… How was your day, my Love? Have you worked? Have your rest, fooled around? How is the show doing? Which show? Forced landing…jail time…fire, come with me “Say” something, my Love.. The Shadow of a dialogue, my Love? Sweets and Scandal…peony-cuddle…a wink and lily-love, vampire tulips… Slipping on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples…pretext off…trumpets and bells on the Hills…and eventually a few bites…as a take away for your night dreams, my Love…lost…detour on the hips…turning the aussie…fall on the lines of candor… Our nights? So my Love is in the LA prairie…ready to go to bed…kisses on the neck, arranging the golden curls…slipping on the Bells Road… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere, I’m soooorry… Home The shadow of a dialogue…hugging The Path…I love you That’s all your can “say”, my Love? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…that is 6 pm in the Aussie prairie, 11 pm in the LA prairie…until then…night poems…and infinite Love Poetry of the day Turning the Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…lilies on the Dimples…eating the Hills…lost…detour on the hips…emergency turn…seizing all the sweets…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot statement, hot hardness…forced landing…The Pulse…jail time…infinite ecstasy…