Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you…rain of kisses… I will cross The Ocean in my dreams and hug you…AAAnd…oppress the Aussie… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back tomorrow at 9 am…until then…one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie…peony-love…all sorts of cuddles… I love you, my sweet, lazy Aussie…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road…down on the Dimples…pretext off…trumpets on the Hills…turning the Aussie…Big Scandal at the front…lily-storm, hungry tulips, forced landing…jail time…The Pulse…lost My Love is in two var-click freeze…arranging the curls… Anything else to enrich the conversation, my Love? Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road, bells on that line of candor…free fall…tulip-capture…infinite desire… Sure, this is the only topic my Love is willing to touch…and he’s still commenting…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…lilies on the Gems…slipping… The turbulent nights and the unfair work distribution, my Love… Self-service…I’m tired, my Love…I worked a lot today… What can I do if you don’t want to talk to me, my Love? I’m here, my Love…where are you looking for me? Infinite ecstasy…sweeeet weight…arch-cuddle…seizing the Hills…The Great Intrusion…jail time… Deep intrusion…Lilies on the Gems…kisses on the tender sides, removing the pretext…too many pretexts…lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…back to the front…celestial perspective…angelic view…looooong lily-fondles…slowwww vampire tulips…fire… Sure, my Aussie is singing…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…what’s this? And the guitar? All pretexts removed…trumpets on the Lilies Road, detour on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls…infinite desire… Sooo? I’m tired…only I have to work… Is my Love still filming? With the gnomes? And what is my Love “telling” me? I can’t hear… The oppressive version… Council My Love is making an official statement…again…lily-storm… My most beloved, I’m heeeeere…arranging the golden curls… I really have to go, my Love…no more comments please…shhhhh And he wants to marry me… Contact…lilies behind the board… Kisses…I’m done My Love…I have work to do… I love you On that special day I’ll undress the Aussie… Lost on your thighs…hugging The Path…kissing all the sweets… I have to go again, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be full with your eyes and golden curls in my mind, in my heart… The Great Day when the Aussie will be eaten… Turbulent they are, my Love…full of shameless dreams… What why, my Love? Again? My sweet Aussie Jing Jing… Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…bells on that line of candor…free fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…seizing the Hills…collapse… Lost at 45 degrees…infinite ecstasy… And he wants to marry me…again… I’ve seen some new, “shameless” re-posts at the backdoor, my Love… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Have you had any sleep? Did you eat? He didn’t show signs of anger today, but I have to walk on eggshells with him…any little thing sets him off…I know my observations are X-ray accurate most of the time, and this disturbs him – but that is why I am a consultant. Actually, he acts on my remarks, making the necessary adjustments, but without giving me credit – as most of the bosses usually do… I’m back, my Love, I’m sorry for the delay…difficult boss… On that special day I hope I will be on-time, my Love…no reschedulings, no delays…my sweet Aussie will be eaten on schedule…slipping on that line of candor…lost in the Bazaar… My Love, I’m here, but I have to postpone to 6 pm…my boss asked me to do a presentation until then and I am in a higgledy-piggledy state of mind… Kisses…I have to go…try to sleep, my Love…without turbulences…my blanket looks like this one in the morning…even worse… My most beloved, my Mood Guardian… OOOh, my Love…I have work apparently…I’ll be back at 3 pm…to check if my Love have slept…until then…I try hard not to see your eyes, your lips, your thighs through the PowerPoint slides… And I see, and I touch the shadow under the towel praetexta…and I talk to you… My night…in the silence of the darkness I can see and feel your body… feel the upper lip, bite the lower lip, caress your tender sides down to the hips… almost feel your thighs…the hot velvet, the hot hardness… And he wants to marry me…again… Home