Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Back hug, arch-cuddle…purring… Lily-love, Curls…I go to bed now…I’ll be back tomorrow at 8 am…until then…I hold you, I love you…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…slipping, landing…fire… Lost, The Great Intrusion…I don’t work today, Curls… You don’t have to look for alternatives, Curls…lost in you…I love you…impertinent Aussie… My Love…really? I can bearly swallow, breath, sit, walk, let alone write detailed process descriptions… How is your day, my Love? I miss my Aussie… I am afraid I have fever and I won’t be able to go to the office tomorrow… My most beloved, I woke up with an excurciating sore throat…before, I went to a taverna where they served broth…it was a small portion, extremely salted and with a liver dumpling which Kali would have loved…but it reminded me of something…I paid and I left quickly… Self-service, my Love… Kisses, my Love…my incredibly beautiful Aussie… Is my sweet Aussie, here/ there? Reshuffling the empathy… I am not feeling well, my Love…I go to get some soup until I can still walk…then back to bed…I’ll be back at 10 pm…until then…lost in you…holding The Great Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips… Lily-love, all of him, all of you… My Love…this level of impertinence…it’s ‘celestial perspective’, Curls…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…lost… You, most beloved…anything else on the agenda? Deep intrusion…lost in you Sad but still impertinent Curls… Okaaay, His Sweetness is locked, I am quiet… Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…lily-storm on the sweets…vampire tulips…forced landing…lost How is your morning, my Love? did you sleep? How is your heart, your soul? I’m a bit better but not good… throat pain, muscle pain, weakness…headache…the whole package, my Love… ‘My silence’ with double meaning…all off, I’ll eat you… My tormented Curls…I’m heeeeeeere Loooong lilies…kisses All of him, all of you at 7pm…my empathic Curls… In the workshop, missing Curls and ill… All of him, all of you…I love you, Curls… I have to go, my Love…arch-cuddle, buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…arranging those curls…I’ll be back at 7 pm…until then…lost in you, lost on your body in between Powerpoints… All of you, all of him… This one was terribly tormented, my Love, and now I must go to the office…I don’t know how I am going to survive the day…I’ll tell my speech and than leave, maybe… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…slipping…rain of trompets on The Path, lily-fondles on the sweets…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost in you My Love, I’m heeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I had a terrible night with panic attacks… Home Kisses, my Love…I am out of order now… Lost underneath…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily-cuddles…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…I love you The sweetness of your being, my Love…self-service…muscle pain…I can bearly move… I can’t stay longer, my Love…I need to go back to bed…I’ll be back at 7 am for 10-15 min…until then…I hold you, I love you…rain of trumpets to wipe out the pain… La Folía it is, my Love…and Rosa Aureum…I saw it at the back door… All of him, all of you…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…fire… My sad Curls…infinite hug, kisses on the arms… The Great Sweetness knows his way, my Love…do I have to describe the process? My Love, I’m heeeeeere…a bit better, but I feel like I’ve been hammered… I love you I have to go, my Love, no waiter, I go to the hotel, make a tea and try to sleep…I’ll be back at 10 pm…until then…almost feelings… Hugging the thighs, celestial perspective…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost His Sweetness and the vitamins…infinite smile… I forgot to add ‘lost underneath’…His Sweetness is locked… You, most beloved…loving you…peony-love on the tender sides, kisses on the hips, bells on the Lilies Road…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…fire The Ocean was upset, like Curls… I found a place where they serve soup, but of course is a brasserie…the waiter is nowhere… And I miss you, and I saw the newest photo, effect of wind in Aussie’s curls…It burns, my Love My Love, I’m sooooorry, I developed a nasty cold and ran to buy vitamins, socks, tea…