Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home I can’t wait, my Love…AAAhhh Loooong…on the official statement Kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…seizing the Hills…I love you I hope one day you’ll make time for me, my Love…I start to be jealous with the silicone gnomes… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of the promenade on your thighs and the lily-storm in the Bazaar… Okaaay…detour to the front…lily-storm, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…jail time…lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy… Why is my Love sad? Back hug, kisses on the Bells Road…pants off…trumpets on the Hills… What desert, my Love? I “said” ‘snorkeling’… One day I will try snorkeling in the tub…deep intrusion…lost Full… Red alert again, my Love? Lily-storm, forced landing…hot velvet, hot hardness…sweeeeet, hard prisoner…serial offender, extended jail time… Arranging the golden curls…deep intrusion We will need a mediator/ someone to get us aquainted…”You the one behind the curtains come out to meet the one under the bed” Up to the Bazaar…The Great Climb-ing… What conversations, my Love? I’m quiet… Lily-storm in the Bazaar…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…forced landing…lily-cuddles…jail time… Gentle kisses on the lines of candor…Lily-fondles, peony-cuddle…hungry tulips…lost in you Red Alert: sweet Aussie in the desert…removing the towel praetexta…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-love…lost…fire You just “said” that you’re talking to me, my Love, and now you’re immersing in silence… And what is my Love “telling” me? Undressing the aussie…infinite delight… My sweeeeeet Aussie…I’m heeeeeere ah, ah… On the opinion… …to continue celebrating the International Labor Day – Hedonistic Day for some sweet, lazy species… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11 pm…’cause for sure I will not sleep…until then I try to arrange the Bermuda decagon…while dreaming about different angles… Different angle…kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…tulip-capture…The Great Climb-ing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you…arranging the golden curls… Dictatorship…oppressing the Aussie…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… Tight hug…deep intrusion…your breath, your lips…lost I love you…lilying the opinionated Hibiscus…slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy… Turning the Aussie…kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, peony-love on the Hills…lost on you… My Love is dreaming about that day…me too…but he’s not even talking to me…which means that he is still practicing for the big day…hugging the Path…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing due to red alert…I love you Basically for now the work is to not do anything just observe the external consultants’ work… OOOh, my Love…to continue the series of complaints…this new boss…is a difficult species…He is jovial and engaging in one moment, then loses his temper over something seemingly minor – often a question or observation I raise (well…infinite laughs) What makes it confusing is that he then acts on my input, which tells me the message is landing, but the reaction itself is hostile. He apologized though, explainig himself…saying that he is impatient…don’t know if he will not fire me till the end of the 6 months probation period…although he keeps saying that he is happy that I am part of the team… I know…my Love has a lot of work with the silicone gnomes… Okaaay…so I am to celebrate The International Labor Day, my Love is celebrating The International Hedonistic Day…fall on the sweet, lazy Aussie…kisses on the Lilies Road… One day… that will be fun, my Love…both hiding and striking…by the way…today we celebrate The International Labor Day…sooo? Well…lily-storm in the Bazaar, with high focus on the opinionated Great Sweetness…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…ignition…who’s working, my Love? I noticed the my sweet Aussie’s account has disappeared again…you are one of a kind my Love…you sweet, complicated species…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the lines of candor… So the big SPA plans are postponed to tomorrow…AAAnd my most beloved? WWWhat is he doing now? Celestial perspective…removing the towel praetexta… It started with “I just lay down a little bit”… OOOh, my Love…my big SPA plans turned into snoring from 11 am until 5 pm…now I’m sitting in the middle of the unpacked Bermuda decagon trying to bring some order into the chaos… My most beloved…if we both hide who exercise? My Love, I’m heeeeeere I have to go, my Love…I go to the baths, as you have advised me…I need to swim out the 12 hours of sitting torture…and you must sleep…I’ll be back at 7pm…until then…daydreaming and infinite longing…I love you… My sweet Aussie was tossing and turning too? Celestial perpsective… removing the towel praetexta…kisses on the tender sides down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing the Hills…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…lost underneath…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…the Great Intrusion…ingnition…lost in you… The seat next to me was empty; in the next one sat a girl whose profile and the position of her head were exactly like Degas’ little dancer statue. She was sitting with her back perfectly straight, at 90 degrees. When she fell asleep she didn’t move either — only her head turned slightly to the left. She got up maybe twice, so for most of the 12 hours she remained still in that position. I was tossing and turning in every angle and direction trying to find a comfortable position, all the while envying her and wondering how she could sit still for hours… I tried to follow her example… after a few minutes… I turned back to my tortured feline position… infinite laughs… OOOh, my Love…to continue the series of complaints from the airport…it turned out that the return ticket was economy, not premium economy…I found myself squeezed with a lot of felines…slipping under the sheets…pants off…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…peony-love…detour on the hips…WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Big Scandal at the front…lily-fondles…sweeeet hardness…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…hungry tulips…forced landing…fire WWWhat is my most beloved doing now? And WWWhere? Shouldn’t he sleep?