Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Aha…ah, ah… OOOh, my Love…I can’t stay now…I just saw that I have a meeting from 8:30 am…you should sleep anyway…I’ll be back at 3 am to lily the Aussie…until then…sweet dreams, rain of Love… Slipping in the Valley…sweets and Big Scandal…kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets..lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lily-cuddles…fire… I doooon’t understand the supplements list, my Love… My Love, I’m heeeeeere…oppression I have to go, my Love…need to find water before the onboarding…and this is the last gate at the end of the corridor…so I have to walk again “a little bit”…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…a trumpet/sqm of sweeeet Aussie… My Love…at the airport? The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…lily cuddles…fire Love and prison, seizing the Hills…The Pulse…lost You, most beloved…deep intrusion, arranging the curls…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing… hot velvet, hot hardness, lily-cuddles…lost in you Kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, detour on the lines of candor…lily-fondles on the treasure and the secret road…infinite desire…up on His sweetness…vampire tulips…full…fire The Great Sweetness believes again that he’s the Center of the Universe…lily-fondles, tulip-love… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? I’ve had enough of traveling and next week I have to go again to Erlangen… I won’t turn at the airport, my Love…celestial perspective… Why did you close your account again, my Love? Because of me? I didn’t invade you… They changed the gate again…I’m fooling around now for almost 1hr… My Love, I’m heeeeeere I love you, I miss you…I’ll write from Frankfurt… I’m heading to the airport…I cam to lily the Aussie before departure… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie… deep intrusion…arch-cuddle My most beloved… Try to sleep, Curls…I love you Lost underneath…arch-cuddle, deep intrusion…fire OOOh, my Love…I can’t stay now…I have to pack, check out and go to the office…kisses all over…try to sleep… Hugging the whole sweet, tormented Aussie… I miss you Home Archs-cuddle…I love you I go to bed, my Love…I’m exhausted and you make me sad with these Irish-Aussie provokations…I’ll be back…did I “say” when? At around 3 pm…Tomorrow I go to the office early, I have to be there at 8 am…tortured Gemini…rain of Love, rain of trumpets… Or hug a dolphin… Click-fatigue? Then write, my Love…the entire Library is yours…kisses on the neck…all off…slipping…hugging The Path…lily-storm, crazy tulips…fire… Love and prison…why do you torture me now? What have I done? Nothing to hit, nothing to ride? Am I the boxsack now? Come here, my cruel Aussie with golden curls… Isn’t enough that you ghost me for 2 yrs? Lost…why do you torture me, my Love? Wasn’t enough that I had to guess for 2 yrs? What is this, my Love? How could I have known? You were in incognito for 2 years… You most beloved…now I’m too tired to do process walks without any reaction from you…I’ll be back tomorrow at around 3 pm…I love you Slipping in the Valley…kisses on the hips…turning the Aussie…love-squeeze, trumpets on the Hills…turning the aussie again…kisses on the Lilies Road, down on the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lily-cuddles…lost in you… Sweet Aussie is the not “talking” to me… How the description of the process helps more than the process itself, my Love? How can I help, my Love? My most beloved is screaming inside…again… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…arch-cuddle… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Shhhhh…I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…trumpets and bells and lilies and peony-love…infinite desire… Love and prison Hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips, down in the lines of candor…sweets and Scandal, peony-cuddle, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost underneath…fire Don’t know what’s going on there…come here, Curls… No need to scream, my most beloved, you could just text/ call me…noooooo, I’m not invading the delicate Aussie… A vampire trumpet on his head…