Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I’m done I love you…fire Emergency capture…vampire mode… So there will be no lilying until we marry, my Love? Lilying the turbulence… Kisses, I have to go, my Love…try to sleep… Instead of comment My Love…you just keep clicking…nothing materializes… Nooo title Sure, my Love…lot of comments Our night sports… Contact…thighs-cuddle…the path under The Path…lily-cuddles…sweeeet prisoner… Lost underneath the stubborn Aussie…arch-cuddle…The Path on the path, your hips, your thighs…His Sweetness on his way – the one who makes all sorts of statements – emergency capture…sweeeet, hot, hard prisoner…lily-cuddles…fire…collapse Next “turn” at 3 pm…you should sleep, my Love…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… Kisses on the Lilies Road, detour on that line of candor, down on the thigh, up on the thigh…sweets and scandal… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I’ll try to have some rest or to work…don’t know how with the ignited pants… The max angle…the path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The One Who’s Making Statements on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…lily-prison, lily-cuddles…collapse During your sooo thourough search haven’t you found the sock, my Love? Under the towel praetexta…up on the thighs…kisses on the lines of candor…celestial perspective…crazy lilies, hungry tulips…seizing the hills…lost underneath… Peony-cuddling the shadow…kisses on the Lilies Road… Right…the only place you never look for me is the one where you could find me, my Love… This is not festival, my Love…it’s a real problem…when I can’t “reach” you I feel terrible, I feel lost even if I know – obvisously – that it’s just a tech glitch which can be fixed… Vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…seizing the Hills…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…lost…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily-prison, lily-cuddles…lost again… You compartementalized me in the Library and that’s all I get…aah I forgot…and the click on ‘The ring’…lily-storm under the towel praetexta… My Love, I’m back…I couldn’t access the site because too many clicks… “too many requests”…and as usual I am the one who worries…my Love is just fine… He’s serious now…he uncovers the undercovered…infinite Love, infinite smile…lost…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…loooong lily-fondles, slowww vamipre tulips…detour on the Lilies Road, down on the lines of candor…back to the sweets…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…ignition…forced landing…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…fire My Love is making fun… Sure… You know where I am, my Love…no nuances here… OOOh, my Love…what crazy things I have to worry about, when you could just call me… Is my Love here/ there? ‘Cause it feels like I’m rolling the yesterday’s turbulences… My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m soooorry…I’m so heavy headed that the alarm wove itself into my dream becaming a new narrative…a long one…but I don’t remember anything… I love you Sure…only allusions…kisses… tulip-love… What about you write something, my Love? A little bit of generosity… I am sleeeeepy, my Love…and weak…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of my Love’s naked allusions…and of those more or less covered… You know I can’t resist that turbulence…lily-storm, forced landing… What turns, my Love? Obstinate mule… Holding my Aussie…tight hug…arch-cuddle…infinite happiness… The exercise post was meant for you, my Love… A little bit of exercise won’t hurt, my Love… EEEverybody is taking the position…and who’s working my Love? Celestial perspective… therapeutical position… Well…I can give it a try, my Love…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily-prison…lily-cuddles…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… Contact…removing the pretext…tulip-capture…seizing the Hills…no conversation, no romaaaance…fire… Exceptionally, I didn’t “say” a word, my Love… Kisses on the hips, down on the Lilies Road…Celestial perspective…ignition… lily-love on the sweets…vampire tulips…up on that line of candor, free fall in the Bazaar…lost underneath…His Sweetness on his way…arch-cuddle, seizing the Hills…The Great intrusion…lost again… My Love dreams that I remain stuck in that certain position…I may need to take that risk… promenade on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…looong lily-fondles, hungry tulips… Home