Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Got it, my Love, I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…rain of trumpets… My Love, I’m soooorry, I am running to the baths…it wasn’t planned but I feel I explode… I have to go, my Love…kisses all over… Oppression Lost in your curls, lost in your eyes… I wish I could relax, my Love…purring on the sweet Aussie…kisses My Love is multitasking, but I have to go anyway…I’ll be back at 6 pm…maybe earlier but I can’t promise, my Love…until then…Powerpoint and immersion in your eyes, in your voice…and in the Bazaar… Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, slipping on the lines of candor…seizing The Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…emergency turn…collapse Hugging the whole, sweet, romantic Aussie…how was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Buttercups-hug…The Nose… No? Pretexts off…trumpets on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples…lost on the Hills…detour to the front…Big Scandal or statement…not clear…lily-fondles, tulip-love…The Pulse…slipping, landing…lost on you… Okaaay, let’s sleep…caressing the curls, kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle… My most beloved…I’m heeeeeeere Next turn at 7 am, my Love Collapse Ecstasy in the Bazaar… No. Kisses. I love you…fire, come with me… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 7 am for 10 min cause I have to go to the office tomorrow…until then…lost in my beautiful Aussie…tight hug, buttercups invasion…rain of trumpets…and straitjacket… Lost underneath the sweet Aussie…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…jail time…fire Sure, my Love…how could I forget him? Big Scandal…angelic view… Crazy florals behind the board…seizing the Kids… Relax…golden curls…how did you know that I’m going to complain, my Love? My Love, I’m back…oppressed Gemini…do this, do that – all day long… Gimme 10 min, my Love… AAAll pretexts off…celestial perspective…hugging the thighs…angelic view…lily-love, tulip-capture…collapse… emergency turn… My Love and The Work…lost in you Now it’s Aussie’s turn to be turned…kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, pretext off, kisses and peony-love on the hills…detour to the front…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…The Pulse, hot velvet, hot hardness…slipping, landing…deep intrusion…arranging the curls…fire… HHHow many turns, you most beloved? I swam 500m todaaay…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-cuddles…ignition…fire…lost in you My sweet Aussie is working hard… All off…hugging the thighs, immersion in the Valley, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness, vampire tulips…The Great Climb-ing, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? Fire… Arranging the curls…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…tight hug… My most beloved is impatient…I can’t write so fast, my Love…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…lost The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The Great Sweetness on his way…sweeeeet prisoner…jail time…fire Big Scandal…my sweet Aussie…deep intrusion…crazy florals…attack…forced landing…infinite Love, infinite ecstasy… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere… Kisses I suggested The Ocean, my Love, because I have to go back to the Powerpoint misery…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…immersion in your eyes, fall in the Bazaar…back to your eyes…deep intrusion…lost To The Ocean, my Love! Eating the Aussie…deep intrusion…oppression…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping in the Valley, hugging the thighs…fall in the Bazaar…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, vampire tulips…emergency turn or forced landing…both…fire I “say”: immersion in your eyes, sweet Aussie “says”: ‘our turns’…really, my Big Romantic? Immersion in your eyes…spending most of the Library time in the Bazaar with The Great Sweetness making the Big Scandal all day long, I miss looking in your eyes…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… My silence has nothing poetic now, my Love…it’s just work related interruption…pretext off, fall in the Bazaar, seizing all the sweets…emergency turn…collapse… Lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing…or The Great Intrusion at 180 When my Love’s code is crystal clear…lily-storm… Kisses on that line of candor…hugging The Path, trumpets on the hips…seizing the Hills, love-squeeze…lost in sweets…vampire tulips…collapse… What days, my Love? 7 minutes…within the academic quarter…arranging the curls, deep intrusion… My Love, I’m heeeeeere…has my sweet Aussie waken up? Sweet dreams…I love you I have to go, my Love, and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…Powerpoint and hugging the thighs… Home