Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html OOOh…I dream of that island, my Love… Home I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…dreaming of the day when I’ll eat you…attack The Pulse…jail time…fire Forced landing… Promenade on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Sometimes I feel I’m Doumbé…minus the White House… The whole world is here except my sweet Aussie… WWWhen will you come to Budapest, my Love? Lost underneath…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…lily cuddles, jail time…The Pulse WWWhere is my Love? The best thing in working for an European corporate is that on Friday everything – almost everything stops – not even the grass grows…sending an email asking for something feels like an offense…and they take holidays for a whole month… Immersion in the Bazaar…It doesn’t look like that but it’s a celestial perspective…lost in you Finally…The Shadow of a dialogue…deep intrusion…pretext off…inspecting the Aussie… Are you here/ there, my Love? It feels like I’m rolling the morning’s ecstasy and explosion What’s this, my Love? My Love posted himself at the backdoor…was it intentional? Anyway…I love to see you EEEverywhere… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere… No need to jump on the cupboard…I’ll catch you anyway… kisses Then why don’t you call me, my stubborn Aussie? I have to go, my Love…the PowerPoint is waiting for me…I’ll be back at 3 pm for 15-20 min…until then…love-squeeze…infinite longing to hear your voice…I love you My Love has something to “say”…no romaaaaaance…lily-storm, forced landing…deep intrusion…lost on you… Somewhere in the LA prairie…the shadow of His Sweetness…pretext off…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lost in the Bazaar… Or is my Love sleepy? Although God knows where you are now…which side of the world, in the mountains/ at the ocean…in the prairie…come here… My love is fooling around in The Library…while I’m suffering from click-fatigue…kisses on the thighs…infinite desire… And I am the Transylvanian Fast Services, my Love… The Hunger…lost in between My Love wants to marry me in The Library, again…No. Only under the lemon trees, my Love. I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I hold you, I love you…and I remove all the pretexts…kisses on the swan lines…hugging The Path…arch-cuddle… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Immersion in your eyes, gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy…a trumpet in the middle… I go back to bed to dream of you… Purring on the Mid-Galaxy, peony-love in the Bazaar… Contact…hugging the whole sweet Aussie… And I haven’t told you that I miss you My most beloved…I woke up…I haven’t asked how is your soul, your heart? Are you well? Fire… Tasting the statement…lost in you Attack au derrière…I’m sorry, my Love…nothing intelligent comes out of me at this hour… I’m sorry my Love, all sorts of interruptions…deep intrusion…kisses on the swan lines… I love you Snorkeling What’s going on there? OOOh…I can’t wait to turn the Aussie… The Shadow…pretext off…trumpets on the hips…turning the Aussie…bells and bites…turning the aussie again…kisses on the Lilies Road, down on the lines of candor…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…vampire tulips…fire… Only I have to work… On the beach, my Love? Everybody can see us…let’s hide Behind the board-dreams…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kises on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy…let’s hide, my love… He’s taking the grandstand…looong lily-fondles, hungry tulips…no free speech…this is not a parliamentary democracy…jail time Whats iy my Love doing now? WWWhere is the statement? Turning the Aussie…kisses on the thighs…lily fondles, tulp-love…seizing the Hills…lost…forced landing… My love, I’m heeeeere, I’m sooooorry…not my fault…the curls