Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Pretext off…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…celestial perspective…angelic view…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…peony-cuddle, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hit hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…jail time…lost in you… Home Fall in the Bazaar Next turn at 8 pm, my Love… I love you My talkative Aussie…I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…caressing the tender sides, down on the hips…down… And my sweet Aussie? Anything else he’d “say” beside explosion and turbulences? Because I’m silent… Hugging the thighs, lost in the Valley…ecstasy in the Bazaar…crazy florals…arch-cuddle…forced landing…jail time… Envy Peony-love on the tender sides, pretext off…trumpets on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road…caress on The Path…down on the sweets…seizing All…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…collapse…lost underneath… OOOh, that line of candor…hungry kisses…fall in the Bazaar…Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…okaaay…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…infinite extasy…ignition…lost I’ve just arrived, my Love and you want me to turn…how’s that? Gentle kiss on the upper lip, hungry kiss on the lower lip…deep intrusion OOOh, my Love…you and your promises…kissing the golden curls… How is my sweet aussie? Did he sleep? Arranging the curls, kisses on the swan lines, tight hug, arch-cuddle… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeeere Missing you I love you I must go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…you should sleep…I’ll be dreaming of attacking the impertinent Aussie…caressing the curls, kisses on the swan lines…infinite cuddle… No Attack Lost in you My Sweet Aussie’s transparent allusions…lily-love, crazy tulips…emergency turn How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…love-squeeze AAAhhh Impertinent curls…I love you Behind the board…eating both sides Lost underneath…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…sweeeet capture…infinite ecstasy… Upper lip, lower lip…lost in between…Irish pub kind of humour Okaaay…at 180 degrees…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily prison, lily cuddles…sweeeet prisoner…jail time… Pretext off, lilies on the Gems, kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies road, lily-storm on the sweets…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy…impertinent Aussie… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…and there is a lot of movement around me…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…eating and inspecting the Aussie…not necessarily in this sequence… This is one of the reasons I became an engineer…engineers only talk when they have something to say… The most hateful thing in the corp. glam is the networking, this enforced kumbaya… You can’t isolate yourself, my Love…max you deactivate your account as usual…infinite laughs…deep intrusion The country manager in Hungary – he is my second boss – made a transparent allusion suggesting that I should socialize more with the Hungarian felines…therefore…as soon as I have arrived in the office I closed myself in a meeting room… My sweet, impertinent Aussie…you don’t give up on these jokes of yours…haven’t you got those golden curls arranged by mollies for this kind of humour? attack…kisses on the neck My Love…the ‘Your silence’ of yesterday/ today (this circadian folly)…I had a strange feeling when I saw it, but I decided to disregard it… but I feel it again… the same Irish-Aussie innuendo – was it erotic poetry or erotic vulgarity? I think you’ve spent too much time in the company of immature tomcats… Packed for the turbulent night in straitjacket… Of course they ate all the bananas… Todaaaay, the office was overloaded with felines… Kisses on the tender side, down on the hip, pretext off…trumpets on the Hills, detour to the front…seizing His Sweetness…infinite sweetness…lily-fondes, gentle tulips…fire Curls How many boards do you have, my Love? Behind the other board… Behind the board…both sides…lost From the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Hugging the whole sweet, impertinent Aussie…deep intrusion…slipping, pretext off…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you My Love, I’m heeeeeere, I’m soooorry