Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html 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 How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Kisses on that line of candor in the window…slippung on the thighs, back to the Parliament…lily-fondles, tulip-capture, no free Are you here/ there? If so, deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, tight hug, arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lost My most beloved, I miss you…at the airport, waiting at the pink gate, for the pink plane… Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Fire, come with me… I miss you I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I haven’t finish the packing and tomorrow I have to wake up at 5 am…can you imagine that? I’ll be back around 1 pm…from Berlin…until then…you could learn to use the phone, my Love…rain of trumpets…infinite Love…my cautious, shy, stubborn Aussie…I love you I know, my Love…my sweet Aussie is neglected…kisses on the Gems, down on the tender sides, landing on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost…infinite ecstasy… One of the accountant mollies…Jenny…after 2 liters of beer…I’m still wondering how could she drink so much…anyway…she was singing – her own composition – music and text, hugging me: Danaaaaa I want you to be myyyy Bossss…forgetting that every day we were debating on unpaid invoices – because of discrepancies of pennies…she worked for the english channnel partner of the previous company I worked for…well…a penny is a penny… My sweet Aussie feels neglected…kisses on the neck, down on the Gems…snorkeling…I swam enough today, my Love…lost on you The funny thing is that the English mollies drink as much as the tomcats…at least the ones I met…they were accountants…maybe this explains the thing… You should have seen the English/ British tomcats on the beer bus… Todaaaay, I went swimming to Rudas Baths…it was almost empty, I guess because most of the undisciplined felines were at Széchenyi Baths or at the soccer match – Arsenal – PSG… there were a lot of drunk British tomcats in the city – though to be fair, they don’t need a sporting event as an excuse to get drunk or to sing and yell on a party bus, scaring the normal felines…and there were street fights between the English and the French tomcats…infinite laughs… To hide the Aussie… No worries, my Love, I won’t do the ‘come here…’ at the airport…or maybe I should? Promenade with trumpets and peony-love…pretext off…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping…landing… Come here…buttercups-hug… Home