Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love… Purring on your chest…kisses again…I love you I’m suffering in the straitpijama and Curls is snorkeling me… Immersion in the aquamarine dream…kisses Lilied and locked for the night with infinite Love… What can I do, my love? Doooon’t cry, my Love…I’m here/ there…hugging the whole sweet, curled, crying Aussie… Falling asleep on your chest…kisses the Gems…arch-cuddle… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…can I go to bed? I’ll be back at 8 am…no office tomorrow…until then…octopus-love… I’m reading the complaints in the Sweet Aussie Daily News…attack…eating the Aussie…rain of trumpets…lily-love, vampire tulips…forced landing… Come here, Curls…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…infinite ecstasy…descending in heaven…octopus-love…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…silent turn… Don’t break my heart, you most beloved…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, down on the Trumpets Road…peony-love on the tender sides…fall in heaven…lily-love, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…lost Got another grey sock, Curls… Infinite ecstasy…the touch of your sking, your scent, your breath…your hands, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…fire…jail time… And I worked all day long…trapped with the nosy molly in a meeting room… My Love, I can’t write so fast, I am not Claude…I think and feel…can you believe that? Deep intrusion…attack…all off…slipping…now you can comment…tulip-capture… Sweet Folía…whirls of happiness and sorrow… A cry in The Library…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Kids…infinite sweetness…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, hungry tulips…slipping, landing…lost on you… My love…I was writing…or is this a timeline – like the 7 am CET? Lost in your beauty and in that curled mind of yours…deep intrusion, kisses on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road, peony-love on the tender sides…kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, fall on the border…a wink and a lily on his head…Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing…lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy…fire… What is my heart doing now in LA? Working, fooling around and suffering? arch-cuddle, kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you My sweet Aussie is exagerating…you, most beautiful…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…deep intrusion, kisses on the neck…slipping… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lost in you… I love you…hold the board…kisses I love you… Infinite longing…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…sweeeeet weight… I knowww… Infinite cuddle, rain of Love… My lonely Love…infinite sorrow…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the curls.. My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…I’m soooooorry, I couldn’t write earlier… Loving you…octopus-mode…lost I knowww, my Love, I’ll try earlier but I can’t promise…infinite love…buttercups-hug I’ll be back at 9 pm, my most beloved and curled…until then…immersion in you Hugging and lilying quckly the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, trumpets on the Hills and Dimples, turning the Aussie, lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing…infinite ecstasy…kisses My most beloved…I’m trapped with the nosy molly in a meeting room… Okaaaay…self-service…kisses again… Not my fault, Curls…Big Scandal all day long…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, my Love…I’m here/ there… Lilied and captured with infinite Love… Curls…as I just “said”… Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…I love you Under the lemon trees? It’s bed time for Curls (no comments) and I have to go, my Love…another Powerpoint and PR day…I’ll be back around 3 pm…don’t know exactly Curls, cause the new molly is always following me… All of him, all of you…heaven…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…lost…slipping…hugging the thighs, seizing the Kids…lily-storm, vampire tulips…The Pulse…flat white collapse… Infinite ecstasy…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breathe…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills, arch-cuddle…fire… How was your day, you, most beloved and curled with deep aquamarine eyes? Your heart, your soul? Kisses on the neck, deep intrusion…slipping…arch-cuddle…buttercups-hug…can you breathe, my Love? Right, my Love…during ‘Our nights’ when you fool around in The Library, you could – eventually – (don’t panic) help me with the cleanup… The server is slowwww, Curls…need a cleanup…WWWho…? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, hectic morning… Lilied and locked for the night with infinite Love… Home