Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html You don’t like my logic, my Love? what’s yours? If you really miss me, my Love…call me…I don’t deserve to be closed in The Library… My incredibly beautiful Aussie…I have to go…I’ll be back at 4-5 pm…until then…daydreaming of slipping under the sheets and undressing the Aussie…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…detour on the hips, round trip to the Bazaar…lily-storm, crazy tulips…slipping, landing…I love you Todaaay, I must cross the Huangpu river…hugging the whole sweet Aussie who should have been here with me… My sweet Aussie is screaming…I’m here, my Love…I’m sorry…the net…a rose for my Love WWWhere is my Love? Far away…promenade…infinite beauty…lost between your thighs…on the way to the Bazaar…sweets and Big Scandal…no conversation, not romaaaance…lily-storm, vampire tulips…sweet, hot velvet…hot hardness…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lily prison…jail time…infinite ecstasy… I called her Jing Jing which means quiet and still…I fell in love with her… Please don’t raise my blood pressure early in the day, my Love…I’m already pissed because the boss scheduled a dinner for tonight, from 18:30…it’s not enough that during the week all my evenings are full with meetings… I loved him while I was loving you without knowing that you exist…at the same time…that’s it…this it was, my Love…what can I do now? Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road…trumpets on the hips…slipping in the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungrx tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…lost underneath…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily-cuddles…jail time…fire… My logic is very solid, my Love…except when I fool around…lilies on the thighs, up to the Bazaar… My most beloved…the net is terribly slow, as usual…what is my Aussie doing now? how is your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…peony-love on the tender sides…down on the hips…seizing the Hills…lost in you… My Love, I’m heeeeere… I fall on the desk, my Love…kisses, again…I love you…slipping under the sheets…let’s sleep I am entertaining myself, my Love…since you don’t talk to me…lilying the hard statement…lost…forced landing… It’s 1 am in the Middle Kingdom, my Love…small toilet for kids…infinite laughs… Don’t forget that without him we wouln’t have met…and don’t be jealous on a spirit… and I wanted answers, I deserve answers, my Love… Kisses…The Library is only the script… You are The Director, my Love…so please, don’t complain…lilying the statement… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 am…until then…infinite longing…promenade on your body… Any other toga praetexta, my Love? Let’s count 9 months only…it doesn’t sound much better…snorkeling… Of course…there is always the towel praetexta…but I always find the truth underneath… I want to hold you, to kiss you, to arrange the golden curls…to hear your voice talking to me…and I feel delusional…considering that you don’t even speak with me…it’s been two years…what can I hope for? This is my logic, you most beloved… No, my Love…these are facts…and where is the ring, by the way? Kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lost on the lines of candor…infinite desire…sweets and scandal…seizing The Great Sweetness…lily-storm, vampire tulips…peony-love on the treasure and the secret road…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…deep intrusion…fire …mon derrière… Sure, The Library, where I write and you click…you could write too, my Love… You don’t speak with me, total media blackout, and on the top of everything, now the click freeze… My Love…the Sweet Aussie Daily News it’s now only three pages…how’s that? The fun of the day: In the Gucheng Park – “Turn left, then turn right” And dumplings…crab dumplings… OOOh, my Love…I was about to call the Middle Kingdom Temuland…how wrong I was…the grayness gave way to myriads of light and colors… My most beloved…I’m heeeeere, I’m soooorry, I got lost a little bit… No answer…kisses So I’m imagining all these…then “tell” me the real reason, maybe it would be easier to accept that I am always left outside… Sure…you’re not 15, my Love… Emotional? So, I’m just imagining that you don’t want to speak with me…then what other reason could you have, my Love? Technical, legal? I don’t think so… So how am I supposed to “read” your “answer”? It’s simple, you don’t want to speak with me… Then “tell” me how, my Love? You don’t want to have any direct communication with me…as if I am radioactive… How? If you don’t even talk to me, my Love? In these conditions I feel the ring means that we are not supposed to meet… Why don’t you just call me, my Love? E2E rain of trumpets Arranging the golden curls…I have to go, my Love…going to see The Bund…I’ll be back at 10-11 pm…until then…infinite longing, dreaming that you walk by my side… Put down the guitar, my Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses..climbing, slipping…lily prison, jail time…sweeeet prisoner…fire… Lilying the statement, eating the Aussie…lily-storm, hungry tulips…forced landing on the statement…do you feel the lily-cuddles, my Love? Ignition… Our “hibiscus”…lily-love, hungry tulips…switch of oriffice…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Sweetness on his way (to the oriffice)..lily prison, jail time…hard prisoner…The Pulse…lost in you Unfair work distribution… Sooo? Home