It’s 7-8 am in that part of the world…my sweet Aussie is sleeeeepy and full of himself…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy…a trumpet in the middle…slipping on the Lilies road…heaven…kisses on the sweets…lily-fondles up on his Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…peony-cuddle, captive Pulse…infinite desire…forced landing…