Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Shhhhh… I love you, I love you, I love you…time to sleep…sweet dreams, my Love… I’m done. Kisses. Repeat Offender…lily-love I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 5 pm…until then…daydreams and PowerPoint…The Curls, The Beauty, The Hunger, The Melancholy…lost in between… The mule and the one thought…I love you No need to attack, my Love…lost underneath… You, most beloved…I need to do something about those curls… No conversation, no romaaaance…deep intrusion, tight hug…slipping… Sweeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily prison…jail time… Promenade…lily-storm, tulip-love…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…the curls…collapse He’s scared… Infinite laughs…my sweet Aussie’s heart fell into his pants… My Love…shouldn’t we give it a try to discuss these details on phone? How would it sound? AAAnd the Hills Lily-fondles, hungry tulips…eating all the sweets…lost in you I can’t reach the Big Scandal… Lost underneath…jail time lily-cuddles…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy… Still laughing…my sweet Aussie is showcasing the empirical evidence… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…I’m soooorry…The Egg called me… Home OOOh…another night without you…wish me sweet dreams, my Love My most beloved…and his golden curls…infinite Love I’ll be back tomorrow at 8 am, my Love…for about 15 min…until then…tight hug, gentle kiss, hungry kiss, buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses, rain of trumpets, kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar… Golden curls…are you here/ there? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow I’ll be walking on eggshells again…only the thought tires me down to the floor… Riposte to the grandstand…followed by retort… Come here… And media blackout at the back door…not to mention that annoying platform…yeah, go ahead, you can comment, my Love… My Love is multitasking while I click 20 times to see an affichage change… Attack…pretext off, lily-storm, vampire tulips…grabbing all the sweets… I hate tatoos… I cannot serve any tangible proof that I am from Cluj – only the occasional Transylvanian speed…and my Sub-Carpathian origin is proved by my finesse and sense of humour… I re-watched ‘The Residence’ – a few scenes only…My talented Aussie…’She’s from Oklahomaaaa’…infinite laughs, lost… My Love, I’m heeeeeere… I can’t stay longer now, my Love…I came to check on the sweet Aussie…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…rain of trumpets and oppression… I heard him…the vibes of the Big Scandal traversed the ocean… My Love was sleeping while His Sweetness took the grandstand…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…crazy tulips…lost What is my Aussie doing now? Did he sleep? Slipping under the sheets…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road… Kisses – gentle kiss, hungry kiss The Dream of the day: In the sliver glow behind the board… I have to go, my Love…and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…one trumpet/lily/ square inch of sweet Aussie…sweet dreams…I love you Peony-love on the Bells Road – pretexts off, down on the Hills…detour to the front…grabbing all the sweets…and the Big Scandal…lost in you Back hug, arch-cuddle… Did I tell you? Golden curls and fire No worries, my Love…I’ll start with the derrière anyway… Your hands…lost The mule and his metaphors…you know where I am, my Love… How was your day, my Love? your heart, your soul?