Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Sweeeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire…wish me sweet dreams and hot nothingenss, my Love… His Sweetness is locked for the night… Infinite Love My empathic Curls…lily-storm – Bobby style I’m sleeeeepy, my Love and exhausted by this cold and the antibiotics cure…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…infinite cuddle… Sweeeet Folía…I can’t give up on it, Curls… Back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…all of him…infinite ecstasy…forced landing…lost on you The Great Sweetness is suffering…lily-fondles, peony-cuddles…vampire tulips…hot velvet, sweeeet hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn…fire… All of you No more sad songs…Balkanic joie de vivre… I know who are you, my Love…I knew before I knew…the deep, focused, silent aquamarine A trumpet in the middle, kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-love on the thighs, up to the sweets, up on His Sweetness…crazy tulips…all of him, all of you…fire I’m comin’…just resting a little bit… Our nights, our days… I’m slowwww, my Love… Kisses on the arms, down/up on the hands…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…lost on you What is my Love doing nowadays? Working, surfing, singing – obviously, fooling around – not so obvious but deductable? Lilies on the Gems, slipping in heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road, a lily on his head…hungry tulips…lost underneath… Exposé with Curls…don’t shoot, I ran out of metaphors… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Curls in the wind… All of you, all of him… Folía on the lines of candor… Sweeeet weight… Hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips…, a trumpet in the middle…lily-storm in the Bazaar…hungry tulips…all of him…lost in you My sweet Aussie…I’m heeeeeeere, and you are there and I can’t squeeeeeeze you… All of him, all of you Self-service…kisses, again… I can’t work in this position, my Love… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you I have to go, my Love…interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hold me in those beautiful arms…lost Lost…WWWhere, WWWhen? WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Tulip-capture…fire Infinite ecstasy, hot nothingness… “Deus”…I’m done…buttercups-hug…his Highness, The Nose Peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…hunger…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Come here, you, most beloved…vampire tulips…all of him, all of you…lost Your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… Okaaaay, Zweistein…months…kisses on those arms…lost I’m sooooorry, my Love…technical issues…had to restart the laptop… Curls, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, powerpoint and heavy debates… Kisses, my Love…try to sleep…sweet dreams…I love you… Okaaaay, at the office, again…shame on us… I have to go, my most beloved…locked for the night with infinite Love… Curls Zweistein…deep intrusion…lost Folía it is, Curls…see what wild metaphors I have to use to compensate the distance…and everything else… Lilying The Center of the Universe…vampire tulips…peony-cuddle…The Pulse…infinite Love…lost I have to go, my Love…powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 4 pm, for 10-15 min…lot of meetings today…until then…hold me… Come here, you, most beloved… Kisses on the arms, down/ up on the hands…fall…still singing, Curls? Curls are arranged, lilies on the Gems…slipping…lost in the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you