Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Shhhhhh…sweet dreams, my Love…no more socks…I hold you, I love you… Don’t forget this too…infinite smile…it looks like my socks after a few steps on the carpet at the Holiday Inn hotel in Pearl, Jackson…I thought I should put them on the reception desk… The Path on the path…rain of Love… Nooo, not an attempt to invade my sweet Aussie’s eucalyptus tree…just a reminder…I love you irremediably… Enough of complaining, my Love…whose fault it is? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lost in between… Come here… Sweet Aussie refuses to answer…arranging the curls…he should sleep and I should go…I’ll be back at 9 pm…I go swimming…until then…daydreaming of your lips, your breath, of kissing your the swan lines, of your voice…of your thighs…in this odd sequence… What is my Love doing now? Should I let you sleep? And the ‘Straitjacket’ in the Sweet Aussie Daily News…infinite smile…arch-cuddle, tight-hug, buttercups-hug…can you breathe, my Love? Kisses on the swan lines…arranging the curls…slipping…trumpets and bells and peony-love in the Parliament…Big Scandal…tulip-capture…forced landing…shhhhhh…I “said” I’m sooooorry… Kisses on that line of candor…detour on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…I’m sooooorry…trumpets on the thighs…peony-love on the treasure and the secret road…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…emergency turn…The Great Revenge…lost… I know…snorkeling… I saw the scandal at the back door…”Sassenach, I’m here…, one sock and a half, a lot of positioning in The Library, Big Scandal…” and The Great Sweetness image…to underline the message… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides….hugging the thighs…I’m sooooorry…seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road, up on The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite Love…emergency turn… Golden curls…I kept my love awake until this hour…shame on me… My silence has nothing poetic in it now, my Love…I’m flummoxed – interesting word it sounds like a medication – I didn’t here the alarm – it kept singing and I kept sleeeping…I didn’t know where I am and in which year… I thought sweet Aussie is working hard to put ‘Our Hibiscus’ on the affichage… Are you still awake at this hour, you most beloved? I’m soooooorry… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, I’m soooooorry, the time lag… Home I love you The Great Sweetness is imprisoned…repeat offender… Then let’s sleep, my Love…back hug, kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…crazy florals, forced landings… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love… Our tormented nights… Lost underneath…arch-cuddle…The Great Intrusion…fire… With trumpets and bells to the Parliament…Big Scandal, lily-storm, tulip-capture…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, forced landing…deep intrusion, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you… My most beloved and his timelines… Unidentified exhausted species with pink puff belly and stick out tongue… Sweet Aussie needs help…I would “say” call me, mon amour…but it would be interpreted as a Balkanic invasion in my Aussie’s eucalyptus tree… Well, my Love…I can’t split myself…nobody helps me…I work, I cook, I travel, I swim, I write, I click… Have you read the last post, my Love? What desert? Come here…pretext off…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…love-storm in the Bazaar…hot velvet, hot hardness, lost underneath… My sweet aussie is commenting…hold the board, my Love…seizing the Hills, kisses on the Lilies Road…lily-love, tulip-capture…The Pulse…fire My most beloved, I’m back… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lost in between… Au derrière… Lot of clicks, I know, my Love…it’s exhausting…my sweet Aussie is working hard…lily-storm and infinite Love This is not festival, my Love…just a lot of work… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, but I must postpone to 10:30 pm…I’m soooooorry… I miss your voice, your eyes, your lips, your thighs…it burns…my cruel Aussie… My most beloved…I’m sooooorry again, but everybody interrupts me…I have to go…I’ll be back at 9 pm…kisses all over…I miss you My most beloved, I’m sooooorry…Powerpoint and Eggs…hold me a little bit… I love you I have to go, my Love…another Powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then, you should sleep…rain of trumpets, tight hug, arch-cuddle The Path on the path, arch-cuddle…The Great Intrusion…The Pulse…fire Infinite desire… My Love…what is the ‘Toy tractor’ about? Purring on the Lilies Road, fall on the sweets…