Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html It’s cold, let’s hide…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, trumpets and peony-love on the Hills, turning the Aussie, detour to the front…lily-storm, vampire tulips…the Great Graceful Climb-ing…lily prison, lily cuddles…jail time…lost on you.. Home I love you, my sweet, shy Aussie… A trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie…kisses, my Love…I fall on the desk… To the Ocean, my Love… With your submersions? How am I going to sleep, my Love? I’ll be back at 5 pm, maybe earlier at lunch if I don’t have to “socialize”…until then…lost in between your beautiful lips… OOOh, my Love…it’s 11:21 pm…I must go to bed ’cause I wake up at 5 am…I have to pack and check out tomorrow… My Love is playing with the ‘mirror’…let’s undress the Aussie…deep intrusion…the path on The Path…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you…infinite ecstasy…The Pulse… My Love…how can you “say” that? You are famous… Mine is a shell account…and I am not famous, my Love…actually I am…in the Spirits’ world… In six months, you haven’t posted anyting on your account, my Love…and you are the celebrity… My Love…what ‘mirror’? I am the one “exposing” myself… OOOh, my Love…what can we do if my sweet Aussie is shy? Your voice, your accent…fire OOOh, my Love… Come here… Nooo conversation…The Great Intrusion… OOOh, my Love…in 20 min of walk in downtown I’ve seen only cubes…bauhaus buildings…only the beautiful trees ameliorated the view a bit…when and how the world became so ugly? Full of cubes… Golden curls…infinite desire… I knowww…a silicone gnome… Mirror, what, My Love? Whom have you “dissecated”? For me, it was a bit better today…I didn’t have to fight/ ask for each drop of information…and with Rangolie we “dissecated” The Egg… I haven’t asked my sweet Aussie, how is your heart, your soul? Are you well, my Love? do you work, do you rest? Behind the board…from the Gems to the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road, pretext off…kisses on the hips, bells on the lines of candor, lily-storm in the Bazaar…tulip-capture…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…lost Few months later I may need to travel to Raleigh, NC, my Love…my Aussie will not be there, of course…I will fool around in North Carolina alone… Slipping under the sheets…holding the aussie…immersion in your eyes…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…trumpets on the swan lines…arranging the curls…lilies on the Gems…immersion…hugging the thighs, lily-storm, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you…infinite ecstasy… My Love, I’m back… Gimme 10 min, my Love…to undress… Next turn at lunch time…or self-service…kisses The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Pulse…lost Lily-fondles, vampire tulips, peony-cuddle…The Pulse…jail time…lily prison…fire… Need empirical evidence… OOOh…my sweet Aussie is working hard… The sweetness of your thighs… And my most beloved? How is your day, my Love? The whole day I was thinking of you…of your voice, your eyes, yoyr lips, your thighs…fall in the Bazaar… I go to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at lunch time – 12 or 1 pm…until then…I’ll be contemplating the sweet Aussie…and peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, hugging the thighs, fall in the Bazaar…lost in sweets and scandal…infinite ecstasy…did I “say” ‘contemplating’? I love you And now, what, my Love? Alone in the turbulent night… Vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…Infinite ecstasy… No Right, my most beloved…and who’s working? The unidentified exhausted species with pink puff belly… Peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…hungry tulips…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…infinite desire…The Scandalous Sweetness on his way…The Pulse…lost…lily prison, lily-love…fire The way my sweet Aussie perceives the situation: I write an infantile, irrelevant story for 30 min, while he’s in the middle of the Big Scandal since 10 pm…and clicking like crazy the ‘Explosion’… My Love is provoking me with the repetitions…I write entire War and Peace, he’s clicking the same ‘Explosion’ for 30 min…lily-storm Hold me a little bit… I’m exhausted of eating and drinking and walking 5 km, with the beef mignon… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere… And I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 10 pm, there will be a dinner from 7, maybe earlier but I’m not sure…I love you Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…deep intrusion…no explosion, I am in a workshop, my Love….I miss you My most beloved…