Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I’m just sleeeepy, my Love…hold me a little bit…self-service Straitjacket I go to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…talking to you – not with words…The Path on the path… I’m slowwww, my Love…tortured by the 8 hrs of imprisonement in the flying tin can, tired of running through airports…at one point the stewardess asked me if I needed anything…I told her: ‘A parachute…’ Peony-cuddle, tulip-love…caressing the treasure and the secret road…infinite sweetness…forced landing…lost on you The virtual imprisonement is not really effective, my Love… And what is my Love “telling” me? Pretext off…peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…lost underneath…sweet weight…The Path on the path…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…fire Talking to you too, my Love…but there are not words which come up into my mind…but the lines of candor, lilies, the hot velvet, hot hardness…the promenade on your thighs…the golden curls… The sweet, shy Aussie citizen who’s hiding in the eucalyptus tree – for how many years? Look who’s “talking”, my Love – about slowness… Caressing The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…infinite sweetness…full…infinite ecstasy…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…The Pulse…collapse… Promenade with trumpets and bells to the Parliament…Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…kisses on the hips, detour to the Lilies Road…up on His Sweetness…fire…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…tight hug, buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…lost on you… My most beloved…mine too…AAAnd? Hot nothingness…’cause Sweet Aussie is hiding in LA…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…love-squeeze… I was reading the Sweet Aussie Daily News… My Love is so focused on The Great Sweetness that instead of changing the affichage he rather put some effort and built the summary – with 3 posts only, but it’s more than nothing… I love you, Golden Curls… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…slipping…with trumpets and bells up to the Parliament…Big Scandal…infinite sweetness…lily-love, hungry tulips…full…infinite ecstasy…fire My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…curls We’ll marry at 9 pm Apple-Cheeks onboarded for Paris – took the je m’en fiche position… Departure time…kisses, I’ll write from ATL if I can…kisses on the Lilies Road I “said” ‘self-service’, my Love… Talking to you too…immersion in your eyes…kisses on the neck… Kisses on that line of candor…vampire tulips…fire The richness of our dialogues, my Love…slipping…lily-fondles, hungry tulips At the famous CDG airport, the air conditioning was barely functioning – in many places there was no air conditioning at all. I had to walk 30 minutes to reach the gate, although there was a part where I took the train. I was so angry and higgledy-piggledy. I went to the restroom and forgot my toiletry bag on the shelf near the sink. As I “said,” there is always a deeper meaning to lost things…hold me a little bit…I am sad… How was your night, my Love? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion… And my Love? Eating the Aussie… Apple-Cheeks has finally landed…the pilot returned the plane to Paris 30 min after departure because of issues with the pressurizing system. We had to wait more than two hours on the plane at the airport, and we finally departed at around 12:30… Try to sleep, my Love…I’ll be back at 3-4 pm…I have a lot of meetings today…kisses all over The Great Sweetness is making the festival…lily-fondles, tulip-love…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you My Sweet Aussie is not sleeping… Apple-Cheeks onboarded again, finally for Budapest Sweet Aussie was playing tennis…noted Apple-Cheeks is onboarded My Sweet Aussie’s closing “words”: The Conclusion…tulip-capture…fire Now I have to go, my Love…I have a meeting at 6:30 and I need to prepare…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hugging The Path, kissing The Shadow…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy…lost in you I love you Me too…talking to you all the time…imagine the Bazaar in my head…I & I & You I have to go, my Love…the colleague felines in Europe want to chat with me…I’ll be back at around 4pm ATL time – if I can…until then…dreaming of arranging the golden curls…of the upper lip and the lower lip…and of getting lost in between… Infinite laughs at the back door…my sweet Aussie has changed the sequence of the images…the conclusion, the Center of EEEverything… Confused Apple-Cheeks: Is my Love in France (Cote D’azure) or in LA? I’m talking to you too, my Love…while arranging those golden curls and kissing you Pretext off…caressing The Shadow…infinite sweetness…tulip-capture…full…fire Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lost in between…all off…kisses on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…trumpets on the hips…seizing the Hills…fall in the Bazaar…celestial perspective…sweets and Big Scandal…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire… Infinite Love…Lily-capture My most beloved and his nuanced answers… Isn’t it too early for you, my Love? did you sleep? Home