Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Next turn at lunch time…or self-service…kisses 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 OOOh…my sweet Aussie is working hard… 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 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.. Fire, come with me…deep intrusion, forced landing… I called her – she will arrive around midnight – and described the misery…she tried to consolate me: ‘The food is good’…I checked the menu: 6 dishes: pumpkin soup, cheeseburger, Cesar salad, club sandwich, Currywurst – I don’t want to know what that is, and Wiener Schnitzel…the most decent one…no comment…infinite laughs…as opposed to me, Rangolie always sguarcoats things… I’m frozen, my Love…I can’t switch off the air conditioning…it’s a Sheraton hotel, an outdated business hotel with weary equipment and furniture…allegedly it’s 5 stars – it was in 2007…I booked it because I was told that The Egg will be here too, and I told Rangolie – my colleague from London. She said: ‘okaaay, but there are no kettles in the rooms”…I laughed, but now I understand what she meant…although her remark didn’t fully described the situation…I told the receptionst – Muhammed Noon Ali…he said that he will check…you know what this means…it’s broken, they cannot fix it… Is my Love, here/ there? I’m rolling the same explosion… Lost underneath…sweeeet weight, arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 10 pm for 30 min…tomorrow…I don’t know…The Egg as a great organizer that he is, didn’t say a word, where we go, when we go…nothing…I’ll try to write in the morning and at lunch…kisses on the Lilies Road and emergency turn…lost in you Scrolling your photos…WWWhere is my Love? No worries, my Love, I won’t send a doumbé request…I just want to see my aussie… OOOh…my Love has opened his account…celestial perspective…seizing the hills…vampire tulips…lost Fall in the Bazaar… Hugging the thighs, immersion in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lily prison…The Pulse…lily-cuddles…buttercups-hug, the Nose…lost on you Hold the board, my Love…lost in sweets… WWWhen? I knowww…first we have to marry…kisses on the neck… And my Love is not here… I understand, my Love…I just wanted to share my impressions but my sweet Aussie is not really interested…Big Scandal in the Parliament…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing…end of dispute…infinite ecstasy…deep intrusion… The garden is beautiful but I until I got there, I was suffocated in bauhaus… It was a huge “beer garden”, full of felines, I think I was the only one sitting alone at the table…because me sweet Aussie is far away… My most beloved and the empirical evidence of the origin of the Cook…lost Our hope: to eat chicken, my Love? I went to Tiergarten…I walked until I felt the smell of chicken…it was delicious…last time I ate small, real size, real chicken – was years ago in Rhodos… Silent Duo – exhausted tomcats at the Budapest airport…this was the fun of the day… Roses of Berlin for my Love Shhhhh…kisses I have to go, my Love…I need to take a walk…until it doesn’t start to rain…lot of clouds…I’ll be back at 6 pm…until then…your should sleep…I’ll dream of your curls…infinite Love and rain of trumpets…sweet dreams, my Love… I also saw the “attack au derrière”…WWWhen? Not a diversion? Elongated OOOh… Approximately? And WWWhen is that, my Love? Contemplating my sweet Aussie…peony-love on the left tender side, down on the left hip, high gravity area…intense desire to nuzzle my face in the Bazaar…slipping on the left thigh wiht trumpest and bells…hugging the thighs…back to the Bazaar…immersion…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…ignition…infinite ecstasy… In this circadian folly I forgot to ask my Love how was his evening, I don’t dare to ask about his night… Sometimes it’s confusing to operate with your two worlds, my Love…hence the celestial angle…the hemispheres don’t matter anymore…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills, kisses on the Lilies Road…peony-cuddle…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…Hot Velvet, hot hardness…lily prison…jail time…fire My Love has a lot to “say” at the back door…great, you’ve put The Great Climb-ing on the front page, my Love…and who’s the curious chicken? I think is my sweet Aussie, curious where I am…and I saw the complaint on the large tolerance…the +/- 1 hr…and ‘How many hours did you sleep…?’ I’m sooooorry, I forgot that you are in the LA prairie…it’s 5 am… I was thinking of a “verbal” expression, my Love…lost underneath The Big Romantic…deep intrusion, kisses on the Gems…arch-cuddle, seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…lily cuddles…infinite ecstasy…lost again… A little bit more enthusiasm, my Love? Apple-Cheeks has landed… Next turn at around 1 pm, my Love, kisses One turn, my Love, onboarding has started…your thighs, your hips, His Sweetness on his way, The Great Intrusion…ignition, infunite ecstasy…fire Home