Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you, my sweet, impertinent, sad, incredibly beautiful Aussie…kisses…I have to go… My Love is provoking me with rhetorical diversions…arranging the golden curls… My Love and his rhetorical diversions…yes, my Love, I would like to meet you, mid-way or visit you but I don’t know how – considering that you don’t even talk to me…; see the sock? My most beloved, I can’t stay longer now…there is a meeting going on, on my work laptop…I should at least listen…and I can’t…with the golden curls, your thighs, The Big Hibiscus, shell phone in my head…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…daydreaming… listening to your voice in my head, smiling on your accent…kissing the Lilies Road…falling in the Bazaar… When you come out of the water, pick up the shell phone, my Love…to hear my whispers of Love and the sound of kisses… That’s not the proper position to take in a library, my Love… Swimming helps, my Love… tears are salted, and so is the ocean. One disappears into the other. I’m here/ there, my Love…I hold you, I love you… Why is my Love noir? What happened? Will you meet the gnomes today, my Love? I’m sorry, this is the fun of every day…and the silicone supervisor… It’s too early for my Love for clicking? My Love is sleeeeepy…Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…promenade to the Bazaar…kisses on the Lilies Road…lily-love, tulip-capture…forced landing…lost… buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… That’s not an answer, my Love…deep intrusion, immersion in your eyes… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Back hug, arch-cuddle… My Love, I’m heeeeere…kisses on the neck… I love you And he wants to marry me…again…in Pangnirtung? Nooo…under the lemon trees… I love you…rain of kisses…try to sleep, my Love…I’m here/ there…under the sheets… I have to go, my Love…and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…almost-feelings…your lips, your breath…the heat of your skin…your thighs…infinite desire… Hugging the whole sweet, sad Aussie…arranging his golden curls…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…lilies on the Dimples…What’s this? Pretext off…kisses on the Hills…peony-love…lost…turning the Aussie…infinite desire…sweets and Big Scandal…lily-fondles on the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness…tulip-love…forced landing…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…lost on you…lost in you… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss in Nice…bells on the swan lines…tight hug… I must check from time to time my work laptop…Gargamel (my boss) can show up any time… WWWhy is my Love sad? It breaks my heart… Is my Love noir? WWWhy? What has changed, my most beloved? Of course I want to meet you, anywhere, you crazy, complicated Aussie… My sweet Irish-Scottish-Aussie’s diversions and rhetorical questions…party time… My Love…really? You know I prefer the South…We need to talk…call me Promenading on your thighs with trumpets and bells…up to the Bazaar…guitar down, pretext off…Big Scandal…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…storm in the golden curls…fire I’m here, my Love…slipping on the line of candor in the window…kissing your hips, hugging The Path…capturing all the sweets in the Bazaar… My Love is not having enough sleep… It must be past midnight in my Love’s world or close to – in the other world…how was your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Have you met the gnomes, today? Exactly…pretext off…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, a trumpet in the middle, peony-love on the tender sides…free fall on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…angelic view…lily fondles, hungry tulip love…I love you Lost underneath…I can’t reach His Sweetness… My incredibly sweet Irish-Aussie and his “hints” at the back door…’The Little Soul’…I love you My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m sooooorry…turbulent night, I woke up and then turn on the other side and fell asleep again until 8:40 am…OOOh, buoy… I love you…rain of kisses… I will cross The Ocean in my dreams and hug you…AAAnd…oppress the Aussie… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back tomorrow at 9 am…until then…one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie…peony-love…all sorts of cuddles… I love you, my sweet, lazy Aussie…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road…down on the Dimples…pretext off…trumpets on the Hills…turning the Aussie…Big Scandal at the front…lily-storm, hungry tulips, forced landing…jail time…The Pulse…lost My Love is in two var-click freeze…arranging the curls… Anything else to enrich the conversation, my Love? Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road, bells on that line of candor…free fall…tulip-capture…infinite desire… Sure, this is the only topic my Love is willing to touch…and he’s still commenting…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…lilies on the Gems…slipping… The turbulent nights and the unfair work distribution, my Love… Self-service…I’m tired, my Love…I worked a lot today… What can I do if you don’t want to talk to me, my Love? I’m here, my Love…where are you looking for me? Infinite ecstasy…sweeeet weight…arch-cuddle…seizing the Hills…The Great Intrusion…jail time… Deep intrusion…Lilies on the Gems…kisses on the tender sides, removing the pretext…too many pretexts…lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…back to the front…celestial perspective…angelic view…looooong lily-fondles…slowwww vampire tulips…fire… Sure, my Aussie is singing…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…what’s this? And the guitar? All pretexts removed…trumpets on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…infinite desire… Sooo? I’m tired…only I have to work… Home