Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Wish me good night, my Love I love you Contact…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between The One I love The end of liberal democracy… Vampire tulips, forced landing…collapse Fire Do you have to advertise the Kids at every 2 min, curls? Rain of trumpets and loving bites… I miss you too, my Love…my shell-phone is irradiating… I’m sleeeepy, my most beloved…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then I will be dreaming of slipping on the Lilies Road, down to the border…capturing His Sweetness with tulip-love…infinite desire… OOOh, my Love…what can I do? Again, Curls? What’s the problem now? Tulip-capture…fire Contact, forever… In the life with you, my Love…I’d be fit with so many exercises… All off…trumpets and bells and lilies and loving bites…detour to the front…vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-cuddles…infinite desire… I am thinking too, my Love…on the reflection point, holding The Great Sweetness… Looong lily-fondles…peony-cuddle…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… slipping on that line of candor…vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn Flat white…His Sweetness knows his way… Hugging the culprits…lost Well…you may consider first to call that fish, my Love… The relativity chaos…weeks, months, days, today…Curls…what’s going on there? Kisses on the neck, deep intrusion… Curls is nervous…hold the board, my Love…all off…hugging The Path, buttercups-cuddle…tulip-love, the captive Pulse…infinite sweetness…lost in the sand… In Cyprus, the silver glow lasted all day, not just in the morning. October has no golden glow. I am waiting for you on the silver glow, my Love… Where to start, my Love? Curls, could you express yourself in a less dramatic way? (asking an actor to be less dramatic it’s kind of nonsensical fun…) No conversation…immersion in the aquamarine silence and the golden curls…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the Trumpets Road, down on the Path…peony-love on the tender sides…lily-love, hungry tulips…the Pulse…turning the Aussie…lost underneath…arch-cuddle…his Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire… My most beloved and curled…whispers in the shell-phone…your voice, that lovely accent…your breath…the touch of your skin…your thighs, the culprits…The Path to The Great Sweetness…lost Why the festival, Curls? What have I done again? Come here, my Love…rest your head on the buttercups…octopus-hug… Fire…promenade with trumpets and bells up to heaven…lily-love, vampire tulips…Big Scandal…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you… All off, trumpets on the Bells Road…slipping…kisses on the impertinent Kids…turning the Aussie…rain of Love on The Path…seizing His Sweetness…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost…forced landing…infinite Love… Don’t hide… Curls haven’t slept much…again…not even 5 hours…that’s not good, my Love…when do you sleep? Angelic view…seizing the Hills, kisses on the Lilies Road…detour on the hips, down on the lines of candor…slipping on the thighs…up to heaven…holding The great Sweetness…lily-love, tulip-capture…The Pulse…fire…lost underneath… The net is slowwww, my Love…trumpets on the culprits… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Kisses HHHow many months, how and where, Curls? Put it on my tail, you, most beloved and curled… 4 and 1/2 hours, Zweistein…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses…lost on you… Back to bed, Curls…I have to go and you should sleep…I love you Curls…what is this post: ‘Were you planning to come to Budapest for filming?’ ? Making fun of my hopes, again? Turning the Aussie…all off…hugging the culprits…kisses and loving bites…detour on the hips, down on the thighs…up to the Bazaar…lost in sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips on the little-Big Aussie…The Pulse…fire…forced landing… Curls is fooling around in the night…instead of sleeping… Shhhhh…kisses again The One I love Home