Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Is my Love still filming? With the gnomes? And what is my Love “telling” me? I can’t hear… The oppressive version… Council My Love is making an official statement…again…lily-storm… My most beloved, I’m heeeeere…arranging the golden curls… I really have to go, my Love…no more comments please…shhhhh And he wants to marry me… Contact…lilies behind the board… Kisses…I’m done My Love…I have work to do… I love you On that special day I’ll undress the Aussie… Lost on your thighs…hugging The Path…kissing all the sweets… I have to go again, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be full with your eyes and golden curls in my mind, in my heart… The Great Day when the Aussie will be eaten… Turbulent they are, my Love…full of shameless dreams… What why, my Love? Again? My sweet Aussie Jing Jing… Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…bells on that line of candor…free fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…seizing the Hills…collapse… Lost at 45 degrees…infinite ecstasy… And he wants to marry me…again… I’ve seen some new, “shameless” re-posts at the backdoor, my Love… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Have you had any sleep? Did you eat? He didn’t show signs of anger today, but I have to walk on eggshells with him…any little thing sets him off…I know my observations are X-ray accurate most of the time, and this disturbs him – but that is why I am a consultant. Actually, he acts on my remarks, making the necessary adjustments, but without giving me credit – as most of the bosses usually do… I’m back, my Love, I’m sorry for the delay…difficult boss… On that special day I hope I will be on-time, my Love…no reschedulings, no delays…my sweet Aussie will be eaten on schedule…slipping on that line of candor…lost in the Bazaar… My Love, I’m here, but I have to postpone to 6 pm…my boss asked me to do a presentation until then and I am in a higgledy-piggledy state of mind… Kisses…I have to go…try to sleep, my Love…without turbulences…my blanket looks like this one in the morning…even worse… My most beloved, my Mood Guardian… OOOh, my Love…I have work apparently…I’ll be back at 3 pm…to check if my Love have slept…until then…I try hard not to see your eyes, your lips, your thighs through the PowerPoint slides… And I see, and I touch the shadow under the towel praetexta…and I talk to you… My night…in the silence of the darkness I can see and feel your body… feel the upper lip, bite the lower lip, caress your tender sides down to the hips… almost feel your thighs…the hot velvet, the hot hardness… And he wants to marry me…again… Lost underneath…arch-cuddle…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills…The Path on the path…The great Sweetness on his way…ignition…I love you Slipping under the sheets…back hug, kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…pretext off…lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…lost…detour on the hips with peony-love…further to the front…Big Scandal…seizing all the scandalous sweets…lily-fondles, peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…fire…forced landing…The Pulse…lost in you, lost on you… Turbulent they are, my Love… So I can only guarantee the good behaviour for the first minutes… Or whether or not to mimic some sort of conversation… On that day, I’ll eat you, my Love…the only dilemma is that I don’t know where to start… My Love…I can’t make conversation in this position…lost I love you…deep intrusion…arranging the golden curls… The turbulent/ higgledy-piggledy… The ‘movie’ gaze The observant, focused and critical? The kind and calm… The Irish-Aussie preparing for diversions… But I clearly felt your gaze as I see it in the photos…the intrigued/ questioning… The ‘Why?’ torture begins again…OOOh, my Love…I “told” you…I fell in love with your energy…quiet and still and observant and patient…you were/ are my Aussie Jing Jing…and wrongly I thought is his energy although I had serious doubts…I didn’t want to believe my intuition… I’m sorry, my Love…colleague felines are in talking mood early in the morning…hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road…slipping on that line of candor…infinite ecstasy…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…lost in you… Home