Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I’m done…kisses And I don’t have to say a word in the process of transmutation? Shouldn’t you discuss it with me, my Love? The D-day must be planned, my Love…sooo? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…and still heavy-headed…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then… D-day dreams…kisses…I love you Irish-Aussie diversions, again… WWWhen? What ‘mirror’, my Love? You are the one to answer my questions… WWWhen? AAh…my Love will not call me until we marry, but we can’t marry because he doesn’t call me…Yossarian and Apple-Cheeks My Love is dissolving the sadness…again…does it work, my Love? It would be much more effortless and eventually with a happier outcome if you called me… D-day immersion… snorkeling… forced landing…arranging the golden curls… The dreamed D-day attack… After so many diversions, my Love, how will I know when you really come to Budapest? Did you know that the Germans failed to repel the D-Day invasion partly because they had been flooded with false intel – including fabricated landing locations – so that when the real invasion came, they were slow to believe it was the actual attack? Removing the pretext…just in case that you prepare with new statements, my Love…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, detour on the Dimples and Hills, seizing the Hills…infinite sweetness…kisses on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…a wink and a lily on His head…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…back to The Big Scandal…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…ignition…fire… Anything else to declare, my Love? Lilying the statement…infinite ecstasy… Hugging The Leg…promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, tulip-love…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite desire…jail time…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…golden curls…lost Can’t bend…lost underneath…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily-cuddles…sweeeet prisoner…jail time…fire I like the Big Fat Noir ‘Shhhhh’ at the back door… My Love, I’m heeeeere 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? Home