Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I can’t write fast on mobile, Curls…seizing the Hills, tulip-capture…fire…silent turn… My most beloved…you are awake at this hour…hugging the whole sweet, curled, exhausted Aussie…slipping seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… And an impertinent molly offered to change seats…a decisive No. There are numerological, astrological, geophysical reasons and restroom related resons I choose my seat… My most beloved, Apple-Cheeks is onboarded, after a lot of suffering… I’ll be back when Apple-Cheeks is onboarded… I knowww, my Love…car sick… I cannot write, my Love…heading to the airport…I’m soooorry… Kisses on the Bells Road down on the Hills… Where to start? We’ll exercise briefly before heading to the airport, Curls…in hours, not days… I love you The One I love I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 1-2 pm if I can…for 1-15 min…until then…hectic day…and daydreaming of you… Come here, Curls…seizing the Hills…a trumpet on the middle, two on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road, down on the lines of candor…down on the thighs…up to heaven…lily-love on His Sweetness, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…infinite desire… And next week I fly to Erlangen…agaaaain…OOOh, my Love… My sweet Aussie…still filiming in NZ? Todaaaay I fly back to Budapest, my Love…at 17:40…I’ll arrive at 20:40, plus taxi 30 min + unpacking 1 hour… My most beloved…how is your day so far? Your heart, your soul? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, mean Aussie… He’s snorkeling…that’s Curls…octopus-hug, deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems…slipping…a wink and a alily on his head…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…Big Scandal, infinize sweetness…forced landing…lost What’s in that curled mind of yours, my Love? Why are you making CET jokes again? Curls is making mean jokes…he put the ‘You can call me…’ in the front collage in the Sweet Aussie Daily News… My most beloved, I’m sooooorry, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sloooowww Home Kisses I love you Forced landing Doooon’t snorkel me, my Love..I fall on the desk… The One I love I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow it will be a long day…I’ll be back at 7 am…until then…lost under the sheets… Submersion under the towel praetexta…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… What character did you play, my Love? Curls is spinning the molly…lost… This sounds better, my Love…I don’t have to climb…sweeeet weight…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… Promenade with trumpets and bells up on the lines of candor…detour to heaven…lily-fondles, vampire tulips on His Sweetness…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you… When the massage lady asked me to step down from the table and turn around, I almost asked, “Are you kidding me?” So before the fish it was the ice cream… This happened just before I left my backpack behind… I ordered an Americano (which is, by the way, how the Greeks and Italians imagine American coffee) with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side, plus two more scoops, chocolate and lemon, in a separate bowl. And this is what I got. That’s what happens when crazy Gemini overcomplicates things…not sure how the strawberry got into the picture cause I didn’t order it…infinite laughs… My sweet Aussie has a lot to “say” at the back door…he would like to hear my voice…you sure, Curls? Infinite smile…I have a lot to “say”… My Love is upset… Immersion in your eyes…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…rain of trumpets on the tender sides, down on the hips…round tour on the Dimples and Hills…kisses on the hips…back to the front…lilies on the Lilies Road, down to heaven…up on His Sweetness with hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you And he took off my pyjama…sweeeet weight…the Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-cuddles…fire… And you, my Love? What happened/ not happened on your grey day? Kisses on the neck…all off…slipping… Crazy Gemini…at least I found my backpack at the reception…and the fish stayed…infinite laughs… My most beloved…what can I do? Mine started like a relatively quiet day until I left my backpack on the beach…then I booked a massage for 6 pm and I forgot about and had lunch at 4:30 to 5 pm…I ate a sea bream…then I got the email reminder about the massage and ran back to the hotel…I had to fill in a medical questionnaire and I was wondering whether to mention my fish-condition….During the session I was really afraid that she will massage the fish out of me…fortunately the fish stayed… I miss you too, my Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls and that collar… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Doooon’t snorkel me…it’s hard… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I couldn’t write… Contact…my point of reflection… Just hours, Zweistein…I love you