Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The One I love Kisses, you, most beloved and curled… Infinite desire…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…sweeeet weight… My impertinent Aussie…All off…kisses on the Bells Road…down on the Dimples and Hills…trumpets and loving bites…detour to the front…vampire tulips…fire…lost in the sand… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…nocturnal exercises… Immersion in your eyes…what will Curls do today? Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…down on the hips, immersion in the Valley…kisses on the thighs, up to the sweets…lily-love, tulip-capture…hot hardness…turning the Aussie…lost underneath…infinite ecstasy… Too much ‘talking’…lilies on the Gems…fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm, tulip-capture…The Pulse…lost underneath…your work, Curls…I’m tired…The Great Intrusion…lost Compare that with Wizz Air, which fired a flight attendant for eating one of those plastic sandwiches. She sued them and won… OOOH, my Love…my back…3 hours in a Wizzair plane…No generosity, no consideration for passengers’ comfort. There was (and I hope there still is) a Hungarian company flying Budapest–Cluj with those tiny, mosquito-sized Brazilian planes, 33 seats in all. Same price, sometimes even cheaper, but it’s not about the price, it’s about attitude. No tricks with extra legroom or XL seats. Those small planes were more comfortable, and drinks and snacks were included in the fare. Hold me a little bit, my Love…His Sweetness knows his way…your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…infinite desire… The Buoy…what is in his curled mind? Kisses on that lines of candor…heaven…up on the Lilies Road, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…down on the lines of candor…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…lost in you…The pulse…collapse My nights are full of you in all positions…submersion under the towel praetexta…hugging the thighs, peony-love on the Dimples and Hills…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…fire…lost underneath… Have you had any sleep, my Love? At least 5 hours? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tired Aussie… Curls posted his photo at the back door…infinite smile…you, most beloved and sad… I was on the plane, Curls and I lost connection with the Earth… My Love, I’m finally home…missing you and missing the sea… 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…