Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html All of him, all of you My empathic Aussie… I’m ill, Curls…I don’t feel well… I’m tired, my Love…I move to bed…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Valley, holding and lilying the sweets… Curls, meanwhile I’m listening into the workshop… Tulip-capture…all of him…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…your thighs, your hips…infinite ecstasy…lost My impertinent Aussie and his sense of humour, it’s true that I was the first impertinent, but this doesn’t mean that you have to return it Curls… Purring on The Path…holding the sweets… AAAhhh… All of you, all of him…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…detour on the sweets…up on Our Hibiscus…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…lost… And I want to hear you talking to me, Curls…of course, I only get silent exposés…sooo, my beautiful, shy, impertinent Aussie? Okaaay, self-service… I’m slowwww, my Love…I go to bed…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…kissing, caressing and lilying The Great Scandalous Sweetness… My most beloved is sad…back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, arch-cuddle…all off…trumpets on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-love, peony-cuddles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…lost on you…lily-cuddles…fire… Hugging the whole tormented Aussie…is this all we have on the agenda, my Love? Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…immersion in your eyes… Locked, Focus booth…lily-cuddles… Strike…hold me a little bit… Okaaay, I go back to bed… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere…have you had any sleep? Kisses, again The Great Sweetness is locked…kisses all over I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I love you, I hold you…try to sleep… Shhhh, I’m sleeeeping, Curls… Silence…attack…lily-storm Come here, curls…kisses on that line of candor…. Kisses on the hips, hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…all of him…lost in you… Curls and the tunnel vision…in the focus Booth…all of him…infinite Love but now I want to “talk”…and don’t click on ‘Your silence”, Curls… Folía it is, my Love…I’m still so ill that I can’t go to the office, but tomorrow I’ll try to be there at least for the closing session and then I have to leave…there are always signs when things are going wrong…like for example this door…it’s a small thing but very annoying…and of a particular significance… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I couldn’t open the door again…I had to ask the receptionist to help… My Love, I’m heeeeeere, but gimme 10 min please Slipping…kisses on the Lilies Road…hugging the hips, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the thighs…vampire tulips…forced landing…lost in you, Curls… La Folía, my Love… Our Folía…back hug, arch-cuddle… Loving the impertinent Aussie…come here, Curls…seizing the Hills, kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… I’ll be silent when I want to, Curls… OOOh, my Love…todaaay in the morning, I went to a nearby pharmacy with a long list…I always bring with me the basics, but I ran out of aspirin and I didn’t bring NAC (N-acetylcisteine)…and I didn’t bring zinc neither melatonin…I’m better now, but still not well… And I am the Radioactive Fluffy who is threatening the walls, the structure…EEEverything… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? I saw the ‘dark male interior’ image at the front door, Curls…OOOh, I know…this is not news either…sweet Aussie has a lot of walls and a very solid structure…except a particular part of him who is free and is making the Big Scandal day and night… Loving the sad Aussie…arch-cuddle…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…The Nose… I saw the “Byron” post, my Love…so Curls is in his eucalyptus tree…that’s not news… Nooo title I’m not well, Curls…don’t you understand? Hugging the whole sweet, impertinent Aussie…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…The Nose… My empathic Curls… You, most beloved…I have to move to the bed…I’m exhausted…the cold is persistent, sore throat, weakness, low grade fever…I’m not well…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’m in the Valley…kisses Loving you…lily-storm, tulip-love…The Great climb-ing…The Pulse…lost Lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…seizing the Hills…vampire tulips…ecstasy… Holding The Great Sweetness…lily-love, hungry tulips…fire… Home