Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Lilies on the Gems…kisses on the Trumpets Road, down on the Lilies Road…detour on the hips – pretext off – hugging the thighs…celestial perspective…tulip-capture…lost…lost underneath…The Pulse…fire The waves of the Big Scandal cross The Ocean…peony-love, lily-storm , vampire tulips…forced landing…shhhhh…infinite ecstasy… Apple-Cheeks and the sports…comedy series… I remember my first – and last swimming classes, where my mum took me. She wanted so much for me to learn to swim, perhaps because she was afraid of water herself, even though she grew up on the banks of the Danube. The coach handed me a wooden board and said: “Swim.” I did my best, but being the youngest and smallest on the team, I always ended up at the far end of the pool. He didn’t bother much with me – every now and then he would glance over and say, “Just swim.” After two or three classes, I told my mum I wasn’t going back, as I was being completely ignored. The one upside, though, was that at least he never yelled at me… I swam a lot yesterday, and “fast” apparently – infinite laughs…and now my shoulders hurt…and I can’t bend, my Love…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…Big Scandal…your hands don’t know where…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…sweeeeet prisoner…The Pulse…lost How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion… Bloody cartoon series: President Trump says he is going to call Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu and “tell him not to strike Iran back”… I like those posts, my Love, but they are too complicated for me at this hour…my sweet Aussie is trying to “tell” me a lot of things…but my mornings are binary…arranging the curls, kisses on the Bells Road… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeeere, I’m soooorry…my mornings are not reliable… Home We’ll marry tomorrow morning, my Love…kisses, again Kisses all over…it’s impossible to “talk” to you, my Love… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion…your breath, your lips…infinite desire… Our explosive “dialogues”… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 7 am…until then…slipping again and again under the sheets, hugging the whole sweet Aussie…arranging the curls and seizing all the sweets… Lost underneath…deep intrusion… Hugging those beautiful thighs…trumpets and bells…immersion in the Valley, up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Great Graceful Climb-ing…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lily prison, lily cuddles…The Pulse…sweeeeet prisoner…collapse…The Nose… Come here… My sweet Aussie and the mollies…infinite smile… Is my love here/ there? The same explosion…celestial perspective…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy…jail time…fire… I “said”: in your mind, my Love…kisses on the neck… You, most beloved…what’s in your mind now? Slipping…eating the aussie…forced landing…fire At the baths, they replaced the old traditional hair dryers with new ones that look like rectangular boxes mounted on vertical bars at adjustable height. The air blows from the front at a 45-degree angle and is triggered by movement. There are motion sensors somewhere in the box, and I was told I had to wave my hand underneath – or in front of it – to switch it on. Well… I waved an entire symphony until someone told me I shouldn’t wave but simply hold my hand underneath. I did so, and it worked… for a few seconds, then it stopped. I waved my hand again, it started, then stopped… I gave up and went out into the sun. New tech, high tech…idiots… Laughing at the back door…my sweet Aussie’s code: Underneath ‘The brightest morning’ is The Big Fat Noir with the ‘Shhhhh…’; pretexts off…kisses on the hips, tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… Lost underneath…arch-cuddle, deep intrusion…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…jail time…The Pulse…infinite desire… And my Love? How is your day so far? Lily-storm…rain of Love So I had to swim fast, and even so, my Love, I was again the slowest…I think I can be considered the “inventor” of the lazy frog swimming style… At 7:45 all the felines were whistled out of the pools… In the afternoooon I went swimming…at 5:00 pm I switched to out-of-office and ran to the baths…under the lime tree… My Love, I’m heeeeeere Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion Next turn at 9 pm, my Love… I can’t stay now, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…think of adding more content to our dialogues…a trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie… Infinite laughs…my sweet, stubborn, talkative Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Trumpets Road… Anything new, my Love? Surrender Attack Establishing the target area… Hunger… What an exciting dialogue, my Love…deep intrusion Kisses on that line of candor…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…love-squeeze…bells on the Lilies Road, peony-love…immersion in the Bazaar…sweets and scandal…tulip-love…emergency turn…collapse No conversation…lost underneath Did my Aussie sleep? How is his heart, his soul? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Infinite ecstasy…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills…I’m done… Impossible Aussie… Let’s sleep…sweet dreams, my Love… Purring on The Path, holding The Great Sweetness…lost…how am I going to work, my Love? Finally…some sort of dialogue…one day I’ll eat you