Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The next impertinent statement will be addressed at 4 pm…kisses I’m here/ there, my Love…just playing that I’m fine… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…the upper lip, the lower lip…The Ouroboros… Tears are salted, The Ocean is salted… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…promenade up to the hips, down on that line of candor, detour to the Bazaar…up on the Lilies Road, down on the Lilies road…infinite desire… Contact…peony-love on the chest, down on the Mid-Galaxy, free fall on the Lilies Road…removing the pretext…celestial perspective…seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips…detour to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy… Lost in you…arch-cuddle, deep intrusion…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, sweet prisoner…jail time… And now he is swimming, again…why the tears, my Love? What are the blocks? And for how long are you going to circle around that only thought, my Love? WWWhy don’t you talk to me? In fact I am a consultant, my Love…we can call it “consultancy” What can I do, my Love? It doesn’t depend on me… My Love is hiding, uncovering the undercover…lilying the statement…tulip-love, forced landing…infinite ecstasy…and don’t ‘movie’ me early in the morning, my Love… Any sign of any kind of materialization – copper, iron, silver, wood, stone…etc. – my Love? Without the derrière watch… My Love is transmuting something to something again… That’s your specialty, my Love…I just love you… My Love is still sad…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy…a trumpet in the middle, free fall on the Lilies Road with hearts and bells…trumpets on the hips…slipping on that sweeeeet line of candor…kisses on the thighs…celestial perspective…wonderful view to start the day…sweets and scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…lost underneath…jail time… Yeah…whatever my sweet Aussie calls “conversation”…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…arranging the golden curls… We can’t swim, my Love…how our hair will look like? Our default sadness is aggravating…I know, my Love…sometimes, many times, I wish I run into the woods and scream… So my Love is sad…why? My sweet Aussie should decide, swimming or sewing… Holding my sweet, obstinate Aussie…and whichever groupie is around him…deep intrusion Why is my love sad? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere Home I don’t want you out of my aura, my Love…you’re part of my aura already…I love you…shhhhh…I’m just sleeeeepy… Closed until 8 am… Kisses, again… Sure, my Love, because I’ll write the script for the next 50 years, my sweet Aussie will click on ‘Our dialogues’ and ‘Our festivals’… Kisses…I’m too tired to process the info…deep intrusion…The Beauty, The Lover and The Ouroboros…lost OOOh…there is a lot of Work still… Now I go to bed, my Love…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…your only thought should be when you are going to text/call me…and don’t hide under the sheets…rain of Love… The only thought here and there but the sweet Aussie doesn’t talk to me… My Love has swam out the sadness…the tears are salted, the Ocean is salted…Sadness knows where it belongs… What has my Love realized, again? That I love him irremediably? Promenade up on the thighs…removing the pretext, kisses on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips, back on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…jail time…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…infinite ecstasy… How is your day so far, my Love? Your heart, your soul? OOOh, my Love…HHHow long will take? Especially with the gnomes… Lilying the statement, detour on that line of candor in the window…kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, back on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…celestial perspective…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness…vampire tulips…fire…The Path on the hills, The Great Intrusion…your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy… Arch-cuddle, peony-love on the tender sides, detour on the Hills…love-squeeze…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…emergency capture…ignition…jail time… And I’m sleeeeepy and ill…coughing and sneezing… This is the tomcat aquaintance who asked my help with the English translation and now I am doing the whole bid documentation…deep intrusion, kisses on the neck…lost My most beloved…I’m sooooorry…I wasn’t at home…I had to finish the technical bid package and it took longer than expected because the owner felines were slowww and lazy… Loooong lilies… Next instrusion at 9 pm…kisses, again… Kisses, my Love…why can’t you text me? The Infinite torture of not knowing for sure if you’re here/ there…obstinate mule… Are you still there, my Love? I’m sooooorry, interruption…and I have to go now…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…infinite longing…imaginary promenades… Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills..removing the pretext…kisses on the Lilies Road…free fall in the Bazaar…sweets and Scandal, lily-storm and hungry tulips…forced landing/ intrusion…not sure about the angle …lost…jail time… ‘Our nights’…is this is statement of fact or a complaint, my Love? Or should I consider the image…in which case, no more questions…golden curls… My only thought, my most beloved, my incredibly sweet Aussie…always commenting something across the Ocean…