Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The metaphor is just fine…a lily on his head… All of you, all of him…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…hungry tulips…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…collapse…I wanted to make a premier plan of a certain area of this photo but I was ashamed… Fire, come with me… OOOh…this photo…all off…forced landing… I knowww, my Love…need to straighten that collar of yours…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost… Hold the board, Curls…crazy florals… The heaven is across the Tasman sea; hugging the thighs, seizing all the sweets… I could postpone my travel to the great Erlangen to Sunday/ Monday… Change of subject…I got it, you, most beloved and curled…all off, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…The Path on the path…fire… And Curls is not here…rearranging those curls… The daylight has changed…it has a silver glow… The autumn is almost here, my Love… Contact…all off, hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills… Atta looong conversation, my Love Still working in NZ, my Love? Curls as usual…lost in you, my Love…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…slipping on that line of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…fire… Have you had any sleep, Curls? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…arch-cuddle…full merge… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Eventually to this one… And Curls…remove this photo…I don’t go anywhere… Another photo which I love…lost in you…don’t sing… Good night, sweet dreams, my most beloved and curled…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle… I have to go, my most beloved, and Curls should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…lost in the avalanche of golden curls, immersed in the deep aquamarine… Curls as usual, need to change focus…sweeeeeet shadow…slipping on that lines of candor…a lily on his head…vampire tulips…all of him…infinite ecstasy… I’m here, Curls…thinking of you…kisses on the arms…up on the swan lines…arch-cuddle…the remedy… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, most probably tormented Aussie…full merge…lost How was your evening, my Love? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, come heeeeeeere… Immersion…kisses Infinite beauty…I take it with me… Okaaaay…always have to bend early in the morning…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy… Lilied and locked… Infinite desire…festival and lily scandal…and I have to work, Curls… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12 pm…around…until then…lost in between… One…all off… All of you, all of him… Contact…slipping on that line of candor with trumpets and bells… How was/ is your day, my Love? Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…oppression…fall in the Bazaar…hugging the thighs…heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy… Come here…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…the captive Pulse…hot velvet, hot hardnes…emergency turn…collapse… I know…Curls as usual…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… My Love…you could do this – insert images in the affichage – more often, you know? Just to enrich the “conversation”… Kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…lost…the glasses as safety equipment…infinite laughs… Slipping…tulip-capture…fire Heaven… OOOh…Curls must not be distressed…I’ve forgotten again… Sweeeeeet shadow…WWWhen? Always only the process description, Curls…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…infinite desire…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…lost in you… You mean this council, Curls? All of you, all of him…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the swan lines, detour on the Bells Road, fall…lost on the Hills and Dimples…trumpets on the hips…turning the Aussie…Big Scandal…crazy florals, forced landing…lost Home