Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The supplements, I guess…lost Next submersion at 3:30pm, my Love…I have to go…kisses I know, Curls… The sweetness of your being, my Love…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on The Path…slipping on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…forced landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…infinite Love, infinite ecstasy… My stubborn Aussie…how can I powerpoint in these conditions, my Love? I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3:30 pm…until then…I’ll be lost in/on/under you…rain of Love…you should try to sleep, Curls…good night kisses… Infinite ecstasy…can I “say” something, my Love? Fire… What’s going on there, Curls? Lily-love, forced landing… Immersion in your eyes, arranging the golden curls…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…lilies on the Gems…lost in your beauty…(cheeeesy, I know)…slipping, a trumpet in the middle, lilies on The Path, down on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…slipping, landing…lily-cuddles…infinite desire… Okaaay, no more comments… Infinite ecstasy…I can’t reach His Sweetness… What is the higgledy-piggledy series of festivals, my Love? What is the higgledy-piggledy series of festivals, my Love? The sound of the Ourboros I’m back, my Love Gimme 10 min, my Love Infinite desire…anything else on the agenda, my Love? Curls is tired…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples…trumpets on the Hills…detour on the hips…all off (I forgot)…turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping landing…lost on you… Kisses on the Lilies Road…tulip-Love…fire Lost… What is that ‘I was naive…’ again, my Love? What’s the problem? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere Locked for the night…kisses OOOh…a lot of images at the front door…Curls has a lot to “say”…forced landing I know, my Love…sweeet torture, sweeet fire…hot nothingness…no fish What silence, my Love? Caught in the Focus Booth Kisses on the arms, arch-cuddle…deep intrusion, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you… I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…seizing the Hills, tulip-love and Focus Booth… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…Todaaaay, I swam a lot, frog style, high speed…and I was still the slowest…there must be something wrong with my technique… Lost in your beauty…kisses on the hips, a trumpet in the middle…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…emergency turn…infinite ecstasy… So this is the Little Soul’s song…arranging those curls… Lily-fondles, Focus Booth…imprisoned…infinite ecstasy… Still thinking… I’ve realized that Curls is very much comfortable with this communication method…he doesn’t have to talk, neither to write, nor to explain anything…he can use prewritten posts, hiding behind double/ multiple meanings, he can repeat himself endlessly, and he just have to click…right, my Love? Peony-love, immersion in you eyes…lilies on the gems…slipping…promenade on the thighs with trumpets and bells, up to the Bazaar, tulip-love, The Pulse…forced landing…fire The previous post wasn’t exatly part of a dialogue, my Love Rain of kisses, lily-storm…seizing all the sweets…peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…vampire tulips…full…fire I can’t reach The Great Sweetness… My Love, I’m back, I’m sooooorry, it took longer than expected… Gimme 10 min, my Love… So Curls has posted another song which means that there’ll be no fish in the near future… Is this your soul, my Love? Sweet dreams, my Love…shhhhh FIre…and hot nothingness… Peony-love on the tender sides, hugging The Path…fall in ecstasy…I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…tight hug, Focus Booth… Forced landing… Home