Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Straitpijama…kisses… Curls, what does ‘Curls’ mean? Hold me a little bit…infinite ecstasy… You, Miracle…kisses on the arms…infinite cuddle… I fall on the desk, my Love…I’ll be back at 9:30 am…until then…I hold you, I love you…tight hug, arch-cuddle… Kisses on that line of candor, detour on the sweets…up on His Sweetness with lily-fondles and vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…collapse… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented aussie…let’s sleep… Okaaaay…one more Great climb-ing before bed… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…purring in the Bazaar… Lost… Sweeeeeeet shadow…seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily rounds on the treasure and the secret road…up on his Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… Lot of suffering…lily-therapy – Bobby-Jo style… Deep intrusion…immersion in your eyes…lilies on the Gems…down on the Mid-Galaxy…three trumpets…two on the hips…one on The Great Sweetness…lily-love, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, turning the Aussie…only I have to work…lost underneath… My incredibly beautiful Aussie…golden curls and deep aquamarine…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Curls plays the “tormented Aussie” all day long…attack…forced landing… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…the director took his phone…seizing all the sweets…lily-storm, tulip-love…slipping, landing…lost on curls… Infinite desire…sweeeeet weight… I know, my Love…but it is mid-day in your world…hugging the whole sweet, curled, day and night tormented Aussie…back hug, kisses on the neck…all off…lilies on the Dimples and Hills…turning the curled Aussie…lily-storm, tulip-love…forced landing… Loving you…kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-fondles on the sweets, up in The Great Sweetness…gently tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…hot velvet, hot hardness…emergency turn…fire… My Curls and the collage of the day…come here… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere Kisses…lost in you Okaaay… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I love you, I hold you and arrange those curls…infinite Love… My sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…lilies on the Gems, a trumpet in the Middle…kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing the sweets and the Big Scandal…crazy lilies, vampire tulips…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…infinite desire…lost Need to go back to Powerpoint, my Love…HHHow? All of you, all of him… Why the festival, Curls? What have I done/ not done? My Love…it’s already 40C… Facing the sweeeeeet shadow…lily-love, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath… Why the festival, my Love? Lost… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…all off, kisses on the Dimples and Hills…detour on the hips…turning the curled Aussie…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on Curls… My Love, I’m back…this meeting was the typical example of how we steer and massage the Big Nothing in the corporate world… My Love, interruption, I need 15 min, they forgot to send a meeting invite… Sweeeeet weight…your…fire Kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…sweets and scandal…Heaven…lily-love, crazy tulips…forced landing… My most beloved…hugging The Path, kisses on the Lilies Road…infinite Love…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…slipping, landing…lost on you… Why is my Curls ‘movie’? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…all off… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere…tight hug, arch-cuddle… Shhhhh…I’m here/ there, my Love…powerpointing… No exposés… Next submersion at 3pm, my Love…I have to work…kisses…I love you, try to sleep… I’m here/ there, my sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…I hold you, I love you…back hug, arch-cuddle… All of you, all of him…OOOh, my Love…I see the sweeeeet shadow on the ppt slides… And now, Curls? Hot nothingness and Powerpoint…I have to go, my Love…and you should try to sleep…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…hugging the thighs, immersion in the Valley…infinite desire… Lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…collapse… Come here…vampire tulips…fire Explosion…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Aquamarine silence and golden curls… Really? Would you come to Budapest, Curls? Or is it another Irish-Aussie diversion? Home