Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you Rain of trumpets… Tight hug, arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, my Love…no higgledy-piggledy fooling around… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion…purring on your chest… I have to go, my Love…the Powerpoint misery is starting at 9…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…try to sleep, my Love…rain of Love, peony-love all over, one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie… (The always) Breaking News…peony-cuddle, tulip-capture…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…jail time…infinite Love Reading the sweet Aussie Daily News… Always en garde…lily-storm, forced landing… I understand, my Love, but please calm down…don’t be so higgledy piggledy like me… OOOH, my Love…eating the whole Aussie… I’m back, my Love… Can you breathe, my Love? Gimme 10 min, my Love Under the towel praetexta…celestial perspective…angelic view, sweets and Big Scandal…lily-love, tulip-capture…lost…emergency turn…jail time… Turning the Aussie, holding the Aussie…immersion in your eyes…deep intrusion… My Love is higgledy-piggledy, no conversation, no romaaaance…dishevelled curls and Big ScandaL…kisses on the Lilies Road, Peony-Love on The Path…seizing all the sweets…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…jail time…lost on you You, most beloved…immersion in your eyes…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… Can you travel in secret, at all, my Love? How? In travesti? Hugging the whole, sweet emotional Aussie…arranging those curls, deep intrusion…slipping…hugging The Path, hugging the thighs…BiG Scandal…crazy florals…forced landing…jail time My Love, I’m heeeeeere My Love and his code…what silence, my Love? I’ll arrange those curls… Days until the dictatorship will be installed… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…again…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…peony-cuddle…lily-fondles…forced landings…dictatorship, rain of Love… Emergency ventilation… The self-absorbed Sweetness…pretext off…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…vampire tulips…emergency turn…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… Todaaay, I wanted to go swimming but it was cold…and tomorrow will be still too cold to swim in the outdoor pool…I’ll go to the Rudas baths…only the swimming helps with the shoulder pain… The Little Soul is making the festival like always…infinite Love… I asked about the Big Soul, my Love… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? The Great Sweetness…infinite Love…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness….The Pulse…slipping, landing…jail time…lost on you… Immersed in you… You, most beloved… Sweeeet weight…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…emergency capture…The Pulse…lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy…infinite Love… Oppresion Peony-love on the tender sides…purring on the Lilies Road… I’d like to see this form of communication in real life: one exposé for each question…eating the Aussie…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…forced landing…lost on you… And why is my Love emotional – more than usual? Angry curls…why, my Love? Crazy florals, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems kisses…to suppress the emotions… Doooon’t ‘movie’ me, my Love…I was tired…it was a heavy, weird sleep…when I woke up, I didn’t know where I am, in what year… Celestial perspective…angelic view…tulip-love…infinite ecstasy… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…infinite more-than-Love Beside my more than one hour delay… Why the festival, my Love? Shhhhhh…try to sleep, my Love I love you…fire, come with me… Love-squeezing the Aussie…tight hug, arch-cuddle…lost in those curls…kisses on the neck…melted… Kisses on that line of candor…detour on the hips, on the Lilies Road…slipping in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…His Sweetness on his way…lost…fire What is this ‘Days…’ thing, my Love? Home