Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Unidentified exhausted species with pink puff belly… Bed time and straitjacket…kisses, my Love…homework: try to be a little bit more explicit, you, sweet, incredibly beautiful, incredibly talkative Aussie… My Love and his code… Noooo…I’m just kidding… An exposé for each question…is this how you’re going to “communicate” with me, my Love? Any other topic for today, my Love? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere…curls Tell me, my Love… Why is my Love so emotional suddenly? I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll try to vision that premier plan…rain of trumpets… Noooo…that wasn’t irony, my Love…just Love… Sure, my Love…he’s the Center of the Universe…lily-love, vampire tulips…slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy… Oppression Wouldn’t be easier to just send me a text message, my Love? Noooo…sweet Aussie doesn’t know how to use the phone… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…someone should not complain about the clicks…deep intrusion…arranging the curls… Or again, it is an Irish-Aussie diversion? AAAnd? Are you going to announce The Great Arrival/ Pilot, my Love? The Great Sweetness in premier plan? Until the closeup? What, which days, my Love? Attack…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides…seizing the Kids…pretext off, hugging the thighs…tulip-love…fire And I’m emotional by default, my Love, not ocasionally… Lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily-cuddles…jail time…lost We have a lot of secrets, my Love…which one are you thinking of specifically? AAAhhh…it’s my Aussie’s secret…as he doesn’t have enough… My Aussie and his code…what do you mean with ‘The Elevator’, my Love? Hugging the sweet Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…pants off…lilies on the dimples, seizing the Hills…detour to the front…lily-love, hungry tulips…turning the Aussie…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… I’m soooorry for postponing the “meeting” with my sweet Aussie, but EEEverybody at the office pissed me off today…EEEverybody is f-ing sensitive but nobody cares about my sensitivity…the office is overloaded with Eggs… My love and his code…eating the Aussie…pretext off…kisses on the Lilies Road…caressing The Path, fall in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…tulip-capture…emergency turn…fire What secret, my Love? It’s just a nothingness but I was terribly pissed…on the Bermuda Decagon… Don’t laugh, my Love…I was dreaming of plunging into the pool… You can’t imagine what happened…in the rush to pack for the baths, and the indeciseveness on which bikini to take…I didn’t take any…I found myself in the front of the baths with a sense that I must check my backpack…and no bikini…I’ve almost cried… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere 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 My Love has posted an entire ‘War and Peace’ at the back door…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion Next turn at 7 am, my Love Collapse Ecstasy in the Bazaar… No. Kisses. Home