Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html You should sleep, my Love…next turn at 9 pm I love you One/ square inch of sweet Aussie… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…I’ll try earlier but I can’t promise…you put this photo at the back door because you noticed I like it more than the others…it’s because I can hug and oppress the whole Aussie…so until then I will be dreaming…infinite Love…rain of trumpets… I’m still at the door, my Love… I haven’t “invaded” your account…no doumbé request…’doumbé’ is the new term for the ‘follow’ in social media…I think it perfectly expresses the essence in the context of following someone on social medial… What is the ‘Curious chicken’ at the back door, my Llove? I wanted dialogue, he came with his ‘why?-s’…deep intrusion, arranging the curls, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… My sweet Aussie and his diversions…pretext off…crazy florals, tulip capture… Is this how my Love fights montonoy? With turns? the Path on the hills, your thighs…lost…your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…The pulse…lily cuddles…infinite ecstasy… Deep intrusion…opressing the aussie…Fluffy out… I can hardly tolerate montony, my Love…especially in conversations… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily prison, lily love…jail time…lost in you… I understand, my Love…your work by itself is a whirlwind of everything…you need at least a few things around you that don’t change…arranging the golden curls… Come here… My Love needs a looooong time to process the changes…kisses on that line of candor…hugging The Path…seizing the Hills… My Love is very conservative… …we use the same vars at least for 3 months… It’s not festival, my Love, just a statement of facts… Are you here/ there, my Love? I’m rolling the same ecstasy… This is our default state, my Love…and beside all these? Are your happy with your work, life…? How is my Love doing? His heart, hiy soul? Peony-love in his curls…kisses on the swan lines…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… My Love, I’m back… The thought to give me 10 min, my Love? My sweet Aussie is just clicking… Gimme 10 min, my Love… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Home Click to re-shuffle the shadows… Contact…kisses on the swan lines, down on the gems…lost I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…the usual turbulent night and longing…rain of Love… This is the Gemini’s season, my Love…and you’re still at the other end of the Gemini corridor… WWWhen? Anything else you’d like to “tell” me, my Love? Contact…a trumpet in the middle, kisses on the Lilies Road…peony-love on the Hills… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The Great Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…jait time…infinite desire…lost Peony-cuddle, Tulip-love…slipping, landing…fire My Love has lost his comb…deep intrusion… WWWhy is everything so hard, my Love? Lost underneath…infinite Love…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison…jail time HHHow, WWWhen, my Love? Contact…gentle kiss, hungry kiss…The Beauty, The Hunger and The Melancholy…lost in between… On Sunday I will fly to Berlin…and you’ll not be there, my Love…I will return on Tuesday night…then on June 20 – on my birthday – great gift – I will go to Jackson, most probably through Atlanta…and again, you’ll not be there… What festival, my Love? I’m good… Slipping under the sheets…pretexts off, back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples…trumpets and bells and bites and peony-love on the Hills…detour to the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-storm, tulip-love…arch-cuddle, emergency capture…lost in you… Tell to that adorable fluffy to go away…we have work to do… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping…hugging The path…purring on the Lilies Road…infinite longing… How is your day, my Love? Do you work, do you rest, do you fool around? Hugging the whole sweet Aussie, love-squeeze…I am all over the place, my Love…before I got this job I was busy all day…now it’s crazy… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…dreaming of the day when I’ll eat you…attack The Pulse…jail time…fire