Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses…finally, the signs of a dialogue… I have to go, my Love, felines onboarding… The max turn at this hour… Missing the cruel Aussie At the airport… Kisses… Right, my Love… I have to go, my Love…heading to the airport…I’ll be back at midnight…until then…maybe you reflect a little bit…rain of Love from the outsider… Kisses on that line of candor…from outside… Hugging the mean Aussie…kisses on the swan lines…arch-cuddle… Yeah…you have a lot of work to do, my Love…on yourself… Why and for how long are you going to do this, my Love? Your only thought is how to keep me out of your life, my Love… Nonsense… What molly would tolerate this, my Love? There is no ring, only an online platform and me alone on it… Are you here/ there? I’m tired… Same as always, no answer, you just make fun of me… Nonsense…The Library is the proof… What’s the point of everything if you’re keeping me out of your life? Totally out… What love is this, when you don’t care about my feelings? Please explain, my Love… I’m back, my mean, cruel Aussie… Gimme 15 min, my Love… Sure, we marry now, my Love… Are you reading my posts, my Love? Any answer? Why are you here, my Love – with this level of distrust? It is the fact, my Love…purely the fact…which means distrust. Do you really think that I would post something on your account? I’ve been hiding myself and you for more than 2 yrs…why do you think I want to share it with the world now? Sweet Aussie online…a part of me is laughing, the other part of me feels lonely and betrayed…what have I done to deserve this distrust, my Love? We’ll get married at lunch, my Love…I have to go now…I must dress…I can’t switch on my laptop in pijama…kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Home I love you, my sweet, shy Aussie… A trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie…kisses, my Love…I fall on the desk… To the Ocean, my Love… With your submersions? How am I going to sleep, my Love? I’ll be back at 5 pm, maybe earlier at lunch if I don’t have to “socialize”…until then…lost in between your beautiful lips… OOOh, my Love…it’s 11:21 pm…I must go to bed ’cause I wake up at 5 am…I have to pack and check out tomorrow… My Love is playing with the ‘mirror’…let’s undress the Aussie…deep intrusion…the path on The Path…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you…infinite ecstasy…The Pulse… My Love…how can you “say” that? You are famous… Mine is a shell account…and I am not famous, my Love…actually I am…in the Spirits’ world… In six months, you haven’t posted anyting on your account, my Love…and you are the celebrity… My Love…what ‘mirror’? I am the one “exposing” myself… OOOh, my Love…what can we do if my sweet Aussie is shy? Your voice, your accent…fire OOOh, my Love… Come here… Nooo conversation…The Great Intrusion…