Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Repeat offender…vampire tulips, forced landing…imprisoned 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… Reading the Sweet AUssie Daily News…jingle bells and a lily on his head…shameless Aussie…infinite Love…forced landing… My Love, trumpets, trumpets! I found trumpets in the hotel yard…what does this mean? Lot of trumpets…I couldn’t stop taking photos… Apple-Cheeks has landed – in case you haven’t noticed yet, my Love…and is kissing you from the top to the toes and back under the leaf, and is asking you whether you have had any sleep or fooled around in The Library? And a lot of beards…infinite smile… Curls on the motorbike…did I tell you? Infantile Love and prison…the sweetness of your being… what can I do with The Great Sweetness on the plane? My most beloved…I have to go, I’ll be back at 4 pm… until then you should sleep…I hold you, I love you, I lily you… Why the festival, my Love? I just lilied the whole Aussie… Hugging The Path, kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost in you.. Would my sweet Aussie decode the silence? How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? I had to move…they changed the gate again… Lost underneath…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way, The Pulse…fire…lily prison, lily-cuddles… I’m here, my Love, I just had to pay the breakfast… Apple-Cheeks in transit… Kisses…I love you Our tormented nights… Lost underneath… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I have to wake up at 2am…I’ll be back around 8 am, from Frankfurt…until then…almost feelings…your hands, the touch of your skin, your lips, your thighs, your hips…lost You hide him, my Love… Infantile Love Infinite cuddle My most beloved, I’ll be back, when Apple-Cheeks will land in Frankfurt…rain of Love Apple-Cheeks is onboarded