Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I know I’m slow, my Love…i can’t type fast on the mobile…TFS is out of service…kisses on the thighs, tulip-capture…lost underneath… Home Kisses, my Love…I am out of order now… Lost underneath…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily-cuddles…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…I love you The sweetness of your being, my Love…self-service…muscle pain…I can bearly move… I can’t stay longer, my Love…I need to go back to bed…I’ll be back at 7 am for 10-15 min…until then…I hold you, I love you…rain of trumpets to wipe out the pain… La Folía it is, my Love…and Rosa Aureum…I saw it at the back door… All of him, all of you…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…emergency turn…fire… My sad Curls…infinite hug, kisses on the arms… The Great Sweetness knows his way, my Love…do I have to describe the process? My Love, I’m heeeeeere…a bit better, but I feel like I’ve been hammered… I love you I have to go, my Love, no waiter, I go to the hotel, make a tea and try to sleep…I’ll be back at 10 pm…until then…almost feelings… Hugging the thighs, celestial perspective…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost His Sweetness and the vitamins…infinite smile… I forgot to add ‘lost underneath’…His Sweetness is locked… You, most beloved…loving you…peony-love on the tender sides, kisses on the hips, bells on the Lilies Road…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…fire The Ocean was upset, like Curls… I found a place where they serve soup, but of course is a brasserie…the waiter is nowhere… And I miss you, and I saw the newest photo, effect of wind in Aussie’s curls…It burns, my Love My Love, I’m sooooorry, I developed a nasty cold and ran to buy vitamins, socks, tea… One. Kisses on the arms, kisses on the hands…arranging those curls… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at around 6 pm…maybe earlier if I can…until then…it burns…I eat you in my mind, in my heart… ‘Months’…is this a complaint, my Love? Slipping in heaven…kisses on the hips, seizing the Hills, bells on the Lilies Road, down to the border…a wink at His Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…fire…lost underneath… Arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses to wipe out the sadness…I cry everytime when I look at this photo… My incredibly beautiful Curls…Sooo early in my morning? Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… On The Original with infinite Love… All of him…immersion in your eyes…lost in you… I must go to bed, my Love…it’s 2 am…tomorrow is office day…I’ll be back at 8 am to lily you…until then…kisses on the thighs, up to the sweets…seizing all… All off…kisses on the arms, hugging the whole sweet Aussie…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…all of him…fire…arranging the curls…lost on you I can’t forget this photo, my Love…it turns me upside down… Heaven…hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…all of you, all of him…fire “You go there, you stay there” I’ve just installed myself, my Love…the hotel is veeeery boutique…there is no reception after midnight, I arrived just in time 5 min before, but still…the door was closed…a German message and a phone number…I called the number…a sleeeeeeeepy molly voice dictated a code which opened a safe, in the safe the keys….The room opens from an interior garden, if it opens…the key turned, but the door didn’t open…I called the sleeeeeepy molly again…she said I should try harder…eventually push the door, pull the door….otherwise I have to wait 50 min…OOOh…so I tried harder and it opened…have you seen my comb, Curls? My Love, I’m heeeeere, again…deep aquamarine, golden curls… Loving you… My love…I’ll write from the hotel, at around midnight…I am sleeeepy…kisses all over Forced landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire Infinite ecstasy…AAAnd The Scandalous Sweetness? I ran the whole day, Curls… I’m sleeeepy, my Love…self-service Finally a smile, Curls… Immersion in your eyes, fall on The Path…loving you…all of you, all of him I just want to hug you, Curls…I know His Sweetness is en garde, we put him in the Focus Booth… My tormented Love… Big scandal, sweet scandal…peony-cuddles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooorry, I had issues with the door, again…I went out for breakfast and when I returned to my room, I couldn’t open it…I had to chase the receptionist who was fooling around in hidden rooms… No festivals, Curls…I love you