Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Au derrière… Lot of clicks, I know, my Love…it’s exhausting…my sweet Aussie is working hard…lily-storm and infinite Love This is not festival, my Love…just a lot of work… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, but I must postpone to 10:30 pm…I’m soooooorry… I miss your voice, your eyes, your lips, your thighs…it burns…my cruel Aussie… My most beloved…I’m sooooorry again, but everybody interrupts me…I have to go…I’ll be back at 9 pm…kisses all over…I miss you My most beloved, I’m sooooorry…Powerpoint and Eggs…hold me a little bit… I love you I have to go, my Love…another Powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then, you should sleep…rain of trumpets, tight hug, arch-cuddle The Path on the path, arch-cuddle…The Great Intrusion…The Pulse…fire Infinite desire… My Love…what is the ‘Toy tractor’ about? Purring on the Lilies Road, fall on the sweets… Slipping on that line of candor with bells and lilies…fall in the Parliament…Big Scandal…The Opposition takes over…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Oppositon changes the angle…emergency turn…collapse Attack Geopolitical update: The Big Hibiscus trapped in the Ormuz strait Hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…gentle kisses on the thighs up on The Shadow… lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…fire Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lost in between… Okaaay, okaay… I “said” ‘self-service’, my Love… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? My Love, I’m heeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, hectic morning… I’m just sleeeepy, my Love…hold me a little bit…self-service Straitjacket I go to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…talking to you – not with words…The Path on the path… I’m slowwww, my Love…tortured by the 8 hrs of imprisonement in the flying tin can, tired of running through airports…at one point the stewardess asked me if I needed anything…I told her: ‘A parachute…’ Peony-cuddle, tulip-love…caressing the treasure and the secret road…infinite sweetness…forced landing…lost on you The virtual imprisonement is not really effective, my Love… And what is my Love “telling” me? Pretext off…peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…lost underneath…sweet weight…The Path on the path…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…fire Talking to you too, my Love…but there are not words which come up into my mind…but the lines of candor, lilies, the hot velvet, hot hardness…the promenade on your thighs…the golden curls… The sweet, shy Aussie citizen who’s hiding in the eucalyptus tree – for how many years? Look who’s “talking”, my Love – about slowness… Caressing The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…infinite sweetness…full…infinite ecstasy…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…The Pulse…collapse… Promenade with trumpets and bells to the Parliament…Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…kisses on the hips, detour to the Lilies Road…up on His Sweetness…fire…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…tight hug, buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…lost on you… My most beloved…mine too…AAAnd? Hot nothingness…’cause Sweet Aussie is hiding in LA…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…love-squeeze… I was reading the Sweet Aussie Daily News… My Love is so focused on The Great Sweetness that instead of changing the affichage he rather put some effort and built the summary – with 3 posts only, but it’s more than nothing… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…curls We’ll marry at 9 pm Talking to you too…immersion in your eyes…kisses on the neck… I love you, Golden Curls… Now I have to go, my Love…I have a meeting at 6:30 and I need to prepare…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hugging The Path, kissing The Shadow…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy…lost in you At the famous CDG airport, the air conditioning was barely functioning – in many places there was no air conditioning at all. I had to walk 30 minutes to reach the gate, although there was a part where I took the train. I was so angry and higgledy-piggledy. I went to the restroom and forgot my toiletry bag on the shelf near the sink. As I “said,” there is always a deeper meaning to lost things…hold me a little bit…I am sad… Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…lost in between… I’m talking to you too, my Love…while arranging those golden curls and kissing you Infinite Love…Lily-capture How was your night, my Love? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep intrusion… And my Love? Eating the Aussie… Home