Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you irremediably I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow the torture starts again…I must wake up at 5 am…I’ll try to write during lunch time but I can’t promise…earliest after that will be at around 6:30 pm or so when I get back to the hotel…until then…immersion in your eyes… Why can’t you answer with a “yes” or “no”, my Love? It’s hard enough to communicate in this indirect way, at least please try to give clear answers… How should I read this, my Love? during the show you were looking for me in The Library? I “told” you that I don’t know exactly (9-10) when I’ll be back…it didn’t depend on me, my Love… Kisses on the Lilies Road, a trumpet in the middle…more trumpets on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…The Pulse…sweeet prisoner…jail time… My Love…my logic is infallible…single leg raised… Why don’t you let me to love you? Why this harsh opinion, my Love? What’s the problem? Deep intrusion, immersion in your eyes…slipping to lily the opinion…lost in the opinion… It’s past midnight in Melbourne…WWWhere is my Love? Kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…sweets and Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you, lost in you…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the golden curls… What has the show to do with our immersions, my Love? My Love knows how to convey clear messages…removing the towel praetexta…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…infinite ecstasy…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-love, crazy tulips…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…jail time…I love you Why is my Love angry? I walked 13km today, yesterday too….On the top they took me to the dinner…which I hate…even if it was a Michelin awarded restaurant…it’s called ‘Lost heaven’…everything they ordered and what I ordered too was full of cilantro, which I don’t like…and I missed and I miss my Aussie terribly… My most beloved, I’m heeeeere, exhausted… Just don’t forget that I love you (while looking for your comb) Instead of looking for your comb you could also talk to me, my Love…so that I get a better understanding of your thoughts and feelings…kisses… Try to rest/ calm down, my Love…I’m always with you… I love you…arranging the golden curls…kisses on the gems… I have to go, my most beloved…I’ll be back after the unwanted dinner…9 or 10 pm, I don’t know…until then…dreaming of the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the line of candor, lost betweeen your thighs…I love you Kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…peony-love on the treasure and the secret road…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…sweet, hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…forced landing…jail time…infinite ecstasy…lost on you, lost in you… What happened, my Love? What is this turbulence in your mind and soul? I love you, I love you, I love you… OOOh, my Love…I have told you everything in this matter…I have nothing else to add just that I love you… So my Love is not in LA…okaaay…but it is a logical deduction, my Love, don’t you think? My sweet Aussie and his code… Turbulent night? So my most beloved is in turbulence in LA? It’s 1 am in your world, my Love…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the incredibly beautiful thighs…infinite desire… Holding my Love…peony-love on the tender sides, detour on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road…infinite delight…fall in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle, slpping, landing…ignition… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…immersion in your deep aquamarine eyes…deep intrusion…kisses on the swan lines…arch-cuddle…lost in you I’m missing my beautiful Aussie…buttercups-hug You don’t like my logic, my Love? what’s yours? If you really miss me, my Love…call me…I don’t deserve to be closed in The Library… My incredibly beautiful Aussie…I have to go…I’ll be back at 4-5 pm…until then…daydreaming of slipping under the sheets and undressing the Aussie…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…detour on the hips, round trip to the Bazaar…lily-storm, crazy tulips…slipping, landing…I love you Todaaay, I must cross the Huangpu river…hugging the whole sweet Aussie who should have been here with me… My sweet Aussie is screaming…I’m here, my Love…I’m sorry…the net…a rose for my Love WWWhere is my Love? Far away…promenade…infinite beauty…lost between your thighs…on the way to the Bazaar…sweets and Big Scandal…no conversation, not romaaaance…lily-storm, vampire tulips…sweet, hot velvet…hot hardness…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lily prison…jail time…infinite ecstasy… I called her Jing Jing which means quiet and still…I fell in love with her… Please don’t raise my blood pressure early in the day, my Love…I’m already pissed because the boss scheduled a dinner for tonight, from 18:30…it’s not enough that during the week all my evenings are full with meetings… I loved him while I was loving you without knowing that you exist…at the same time…that’s it…this it was, my Love…what can I do now? Hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road…trumpets on the hips…slipping in the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungrx tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…lost underneath…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily-cuddles…jail time…fire… My logic is very solid, my Love…except when I fool around…lilies on the thighs, up to the Bazaar… My most beloved…the net is terribly slow, as usual…what is my Aussie doing now? how is your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…peony-love on the tender sides…down on the hips…seizing the Hills…lost in you… My Love, I’m heeeeere… I fall on the desk, my Love…kisses, again…I love you…slipping under the sheets…let’s sleep I am entertaining myself, my Love…since you don’t talk to me…lilying the hard statement…lost…forced landing… It’s 1 am in the Middle Kingdom, my Love…small toilet for kids…infinite laughs… Don’t forget that without him we wouln’t have met…and don’t be jealous on a spirit… and I wanted answers, I deserve answers, my Love… Kisses…The Library is only the script… You are The Director, my Love…so please, don’t complain…lilying the statement… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 am…until then…infinite longing…promenade on your body… Any other toga praetexta, my Love? Let’s count 9 months only…it doesn’t sound much better…snorkeling… Of course…there is always the towel praetexta…but I always find the truth underneath… Home