Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html 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… My Love…have you noticed that nowadays – actually, I started to notice this in 2017-2018… – the makeups have a yellowish teint…not one or two – all of them…I can’t find pinkish makeups, I checked the big, medium, small brands – all the same…all make me look like I have liver-gall bladder issues…what is this supposed to mean? I still remember his proud and happy expression in the morning when he woke me up after peeing on my pillow… OOOh…you remember Theo, my Love…deep intrusion, tight hug, arch-cuddle… Diversions are your specialty, my most beloved…I’m too impulsive to think them through… My most beloved…I’m heeeeeere Home Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Celestial perspective…I love you I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 am…until then…rain of Love…hugging the whole, sweet, impertinent Aussie… Lost under the towel praetexta…in the angelic view…lily-love, hungry tulips…seizing all the sweets… It’s unbelievable how you twist and match the posts with your Irish-Aussie diversions, my Love… My Love and his sense of humour…Shanghai…I’m done…lost in you I wouln’t call this “council”, my love… Peony-cuddle, looong lily-fondles…slowwww tulips…The Pulse…The Path on the hills…infinite desire…lost Not that the size of the seat matters…only the angle…infinite laughs… I’m here, my Love…across the ocean…9,000/ 14,000 km away…1 day premium economy… Promenade with kisses up to the Bazaar…pretext off…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-fondles…slowww tulips…hot hardness…arch-cuddle, forced landing…fire… Ah, Ah… I’m good… Lily-storm I found it…slipping…infinite ecstasy… Why, what, my Love? Don’t torture me again… Slipping on the tender sides with trumpets and bells…removing the pretext…detour to the front…a lily in the middle…free fall on the Lilies Road, landing in celestial perspective, lost in the angelic view…lily-storm, hungry tulips…seizing all the sweets…lost underneath… What is my Love commenting there? Golden curls Sweeeet weight…immersion in your eyes…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…peony-love on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, seizing the Hills…arch-cuddle…The Path on the path…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardeness…infinite ecstasy…