Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you I fall on the desk, my Love…come here and let’s sleep…kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Our secret…infinite Love Occasionally we switch to the “je m’en fiche” one… Let’s take the full-of-ourselves position…this helps… I know, my Love…I got one… I’m sleeeepy, my most beloved…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll eat the Aussie a couple of times…rain of Love… Eating the Aussie…again…lily-storm, crazy tulips…lily prison…fire I keep “talking” about me…what is my Love doing nowadays? Do you work, do you rest, do you fool around? Immersion in your eyes…deep intrusion…I’ll eat you… After Jackson, I have to go to Erlangen…a small, nice city in Bavaria…to Raleigh too, I don’t know exactly when, but The Egg wants to accompany me… Infinite cuddle The remedy…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs, up to the Parliament…lily-love, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…The Path on the hills…hot velvet, hot hardness…jail time… Lily-storm…the biggest problem is that I’m ashamed to present their “work”…it’s incomplete, full of BS… And The Egg is giving me now all the hard projects – see Jackson – saying that he trusts me – after he scolded me don’t know how many times…I have to handover the external consultants’ work because their engagement is over…they got the money and now I’m doing their job…they didn’t want to travel to Jackson… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…arranging the curls…love-squeeze…it’s not a festival my Love…something is in the air… EEEverywhere…and I have to add the stolen flip-flops to the list…and I cut my finger today…a little cut only… Angry on myself that I lost my wristband…I’ll get a new one on Monday…but that’s not the point… Todaaay…I didn’t go swimming… Kisses on that line of candor…hugging the thighs…seizing the Hills…immersion in the Bazaar…sweets and Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…you work, my Love…lost underneath…collapse… Undressing the Aussie, eating the Aussie… My Love claims that yet he’s famous – I don’t trust him… Todaaay…I went to the book fair… I took a quick look, and when I saw it was mostly salad… I suddenly got tired… and I bought a blouse and a pair of flip-flops… The Center of the Universe… All off…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…Fire… Golden curls…infinite Love That Irish-Aussie impertinence…eating the Aussie…vampire tulips…emergency turn…lost Did you sleep, my Love? How is your day? Your heart, your soul? Back hug, kisses on the swan lines…pretext off…lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Kids…turning the Aussie…lily fondles, tulip-love…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…jail time My most beloved has posted his photo at the back door…arranging those curls…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… My Love, I’m heeeeeere I’m done, kisses… Infinite desire… But I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…maybe earlier if I can…until then…lost in your eyes, lost in your curls, lost on your body…infinite Love I’m here, my Love…and EEEverywhere… Ecstasy behind the board… Peony-cuddle, lily-love…hungry tulips…The Pulse…infinite sweetness…lost underneath… Lost in you…your eyes, your lips…your breath…the heat of your skin…hot velvet, hot hardness…explosion Slipping on that line of candor with trumpets and bells…hugging The Path, hugging the Kids…kisses on the sweets…tulip-capture…ignition…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… Eating the Aussie…hugging the thighs, lily-love, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? Lily-storm on the sweets…vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…The Pulse, lilly-cuddles…lost on you… I am recalling, replaying the moment when I “found” you…the explosion of happiness…and then my sweet Aussie closed me off…he jumped back on the eucalyptus tree…the sweetness of your being… Pretext off…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…celestial perspective…angelic view, Big Scandal…seizing the Hills…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn…collapse And the ‘dirty pair’, my Love? My Love and his code…overboiled eggs? Lost… Handling the Big Scandal Jackson: veni, vidi and ran away… Days, my Love? Are we going to meet in Jackson? Jackson will be our Paris…infinite laughs…headline: ‘Jackson remains deadliest city in nation despite major drop in homicides’ OOOh, my Love…I’m still sad, or rather worried because of the losses…losing and breaking things in a row is sign…it happened in 2019 and in 2023-2024…I still hope though that it is just my distraction…and that’s your fault… Home