Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses on the shoulders, down on the arms, arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Infinite hug, infinite sorrow… Talking to you too…Why is my Love so upset? did I hurt you, my Love? I know I missed to write when I promised last Thu…is this the reason? They caught me, Apple-Cheeks is onboarded… Infinite desire… Doooon’t be sad, my Love… Curls….they’re still hunting the felines… I have to go, my Love, they are catching the felines…try to sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm… until then…I’ll promenade on your thighs… Kisses…I’m snoring Apple-Cheeks is fed up…and misses you… Kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…arranging those curls…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…I love you The One I love My most beloved, they are trying hard to onboard the felines… I have to go, my Love…kisses all over, down on the Culprits…lost I’ll start with a deep intrusion, Ourobors of tongues, then kisses on the swan lines…detour on the Bells Road, fall on the Dimples and Kids with trumpets and big bells, detour on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up to the sweets…seizing His Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…collapse…silent turn I have to run, my Love…I’ll be back from the airport between 1-2 pm…infinite Love…doooon’t be sad…one day I’ll eat you… Curls, I am not going to describe the Lily Scandal… So sad that he’s hiding…I love you…Lily Scandal I miss my sad, higgledy-piggledy Aussie Oppression I don’t say a word, Curls… Well…you “talk” to me about hope, my Love, when you make the festival for 3 days now…I am hopeful…and you? Kisses all over I’m sleeeepy, my Love and I still have to finish that damn presentation…I’ll be back at 1-2 pm from the airport…until then…reflect a little bit on my pain too…I love you Open the door, curls, and I’ll tell you… And the sweet, cruel Aussie humour…come down, Curls… These are my details: your beautiful hand, your golden smile in a photo, your voice in a reel… So let’s stop “talking” about pain, Curls, and enjoy what we have – if you can’t offer more… You would have left me suffering and guessing…and that is my pain, my Love… And don’t forget, my Love, that if I hadn’t had that dream, with his wife and the film crew leaving, I still wouldn’t know who you are… It reminds me of our cycles…of the endless whirling in which we never meet…of the so many times when I hoped you call me, of the times when I didn’t know who you are…I just felt and trusted your energy…of the endless pain… I miss you too, terribly…I don’t listen to music though…rarely La Folía…it makes me cry every time… And what are you “saying”, you, most beloved? Talk to me, my Love…your voice and that accent…infinite sweetness, infinite Love Loving you I want to slip on that line of candor…and love-squeeze the Culprits… lily–fondles on His Sweetness…heaven…tulip-love…fire…silent turn… No, Curls…we play now…deep intrusion What is the point of the festivals when you are the trigger, my Love? I know how frustration looks like, my Love… Intermezzo x 2 at the back door…what do you torture us, my Love? Kisses on the neck…what is this self-sabotage? I hold you as much as you let me, my Love…in my soul, in my heart, in my mind… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Your heart, your soul? I hold you, I love you Lilying the details…lost Golden curls, aquamarine eyes, beeaauutiful sensual lips, a dream nose…stunning legs, divine curves…the Great Sweetness…the sweet accent and the Aussie sense of humour…collapse My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…lost in you Slipping, landing…hot velvet, hot hardness…the captive Pulse…lost on you… Lilied and imprisoned Hot whispers…I love you You, most beautiful…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…wild dreams… Rain of trumpets and big bells, and two loving bites…lost on the divine curves… Home