Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Eventually you’ll feel me… Noooo, don’t cry, my Love…I’m heeeeere/ there…just sleeping… Kisses again…Bobby-style I hold you, I love you…hugging the whole sweet, curled, incredibly beautiful aussie… I knowww, my Love…infinite pain…but I’m here/ there as much as you let me… I love you Kisses, wish me good night, Curls… As I just “said”, my Love…infinite ecstasy… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I worked until 9…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…aquamarine dreams and straitpijama… Promenade with trumpets and bells up to heaven…lily-storm, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost The end of liberal democracy…lost Hugging the thighs…infinite Love…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn Curls is commenting at the Back Door…’You know what silence…’ infinite laughs…my complicated Aussie… Any other complaints, my Love? Kisses on the neck, slipping…all off, all of you, all of him… It was a suggestion since Curls is not happy with the speed… My most beloved…then you work…lost… Deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides…detour on the Trumpets Road, down on the Lilies Road…down on the lines of candor…detour to the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you Crying in The Library…come here, my Love… What is The Buoy doing now? My Love, I’m heeeeeere Cries, complaints and Big Scandal all day long…my curls…I love you Shhhhh…I’m here/ there my Love… I’ll be back at 9 pm, my Love…infinite cuddle Deep intrusion…lost in you ‘Snorkeling’…prompt reaction…loving you I have to go, my Love…I still have work to do…tortured Gemini…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…octopus-love…all of you, all of him… Heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road…fall on that line of candor…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost…silent turn… Yeah…what did I imagine? Atta change, my Love…anything else on the agenda? My Love is multitasking…change the affichage, Curls…kisses on the neck, slipping… Oppress me, Curls…I’m tired of this liberal democracy… What weeks, Curls? Infinite ecstasy… Have you had any sleep, my Love? I couldn’t check on you…turning the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…all off, lilies on the thighs up to the sweets, up on our hibiscus…tulip-love, forced landing…lost on you… All over…hold the board, my Love…eating the Aussie…all of him…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…collapse…lost underneath… On his head… On the Gems… Where? Lost…(short script) Deep intrusion, immersion in the deep aquamarine cry…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…kisses on the Trumpets Road, down on the Lilies Road…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…a wink and a lily on his head…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost in you My heart, my Love…all of you, all of him… Is this the reason for The Big Cry, Curls? Cries in The Library…my most beloved…infinite sorrow…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, lot of Eggs and Powerpoint… EEEverybody is normal, Curls… Shhhhh…sweet dreams, my Love…I’m here/ there…hugging The whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… Click-freeze on ‘Our hibiscus’…lily-love One…incredibly beautiful…I love you One before the office hours…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…collapse…infinite ecstasy… And he wants to marry me…again…