Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Infinite Love… I love you I have to go, my Love…have some work to do for tomorrow for Gargamel…tomorrow I have to go to the office…so I’ll be back at 6 am…until then…lot of turbulence…kisses on the swan lines, down on the Gems…fall behind the board… Another recommended temporary solution… Until that special day when I will eat the Aussie… Recommended temporary solution for turbulences WWWhen? Night dreaming… Cooling down… Immersion in the Valley…lily-love on the thighs, up on the lines of candor…hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…infinite Love…forced landing…jail time…infinite ecstasy… My love is provoking me…sneaking under the towel praetexta…lily-storm… What why, my Love? And he starts again…lost…attack… promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…sweets and Big Scandal…loooong lily-fondles, slowww tulips…ignition…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…I love you Finally…the signs of Aussie life across the Ocean… My Love is not too “talkative” today…he’s driving me crazy with his repetitions… I know, my Love…but I asked about your day…arranging the golden curls… How is your day so far, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion, tight hug… Is he having turbulent nights too? How is your petit Monsieur Noir doing? My most beloved…Theo treatment… All…the whole sweet Aussie…removing the towel praetexta…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, a trumpet in the middle…peony-love on the tender sides…kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…seizing the Hills…bells on the lines of candor…celestial perspective…angelic view…lily-fondles on the treasure and the secret road…peony-cuddling His Sweetness…crazy lilies, vampire tulips…lost Our turns makes more sense…kisses on that line of candor…hugging the Path, seizing the Hills – unfortunately not seen in the window…apropos of turns…next time, my Love…please turn… Are you here/ there, my Love? It feels I’m rolling the afternoon’s affichage… My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m sooorry, I fell asleep…the corporate glamour tires me out… 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 Home