Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html OOOH…lost in you…hold the board, my Love…all off, seizing the Hills…eating the Aussie…all of him… Infinite cuddle… Why, Curls? Are they? It’s the same longing and craving, just interrupted by distractions… Cause our days are much better, my Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Curls is ready…vampire tulips…all of you, all of him…fire…emergency turn Love-squeeze Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the Trumpets Road…descending into heaven…peony-cuddles…slipping…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… And why do you have to ‘snorkel’ me, Curls? Not my fault…kisses on the neck, slipping…hugging the thighs…seizing all the sweets…infinite ecstasy… All off..celestial perspective…lilies, bells and hungry tulips on The Sweet Culprit…lost…silent turn… So Curls was not sleeping at 6 am on Sunday…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… I’m soooorry for postponing, my Love…got held up in the city… I found a wallet on the bus and had to take it back to its owner… a 16-year-old kid… his school and library IDs, transport pass… bank cards… I thought he’d got off at the same stop I did, but I couldn’t find him… I went back to give it to the driver, but the bus had left in the meantime… so I had to take it to his address, up in the Buda hills, practically in the woods… tortured Gemini… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere My most beloved, I have to postpone to 7 pm, I’m sooooorry… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Now it’s time to go to bed, Curls…let’s sleep…rain of Love… Oppress me, my Love… The One I love and is commenting all day long…lost in you Doooon’t ‘snorkel’ me, my Love…tight hug, kisses on the neck…arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, you, most beloved and curled…I love you I’m here/ there, my Love… Noooo…I’ll be back at 4 pm…it’s bed time for Curls… I have to go, my love…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… In the strait of Hormuz The touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…Your thighs, your hips…sweeeeet weight…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…jail time…explosion My Love, my Love, my Love… Infinite happiness… Contact…infinite sweetness Big Scandal all day long…seizing the Great Scandalous Sweetness…vampire tulips…explosion… OOOh…it was the late reaction for my unfounded accusations…I’m sooooorry, arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… WWWhy, my Love? What have I done? Three trumpets in heaven, seizing the Hills…kisses on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… I found it…the post about Curls not founding his place…I withdraw the accusations, my Love… Hold the board, Curls…all off (WWWhen?)…all of you, all of him…octopus-love…lily-storm, vampire tulips…infinite desire…silent turn… Love-squeeze My aussie – aka Curls Zweistein, is commenting again…something about time… Doooon’t cry….come here… My most beloved…how was your day? How is your heart, your soul? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…all off…down on the Dimples and Hills…detour on the hips, fall on the lines of candor with trumpet and bells…up on His Sweetness with lily-fondles and hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost in you…forced landing… No need to point out every mistake, Curls…it was a short script…kisses on the neck, slipping… Status update: lilying in process… Loving the possible-impossible Curls…deep intrusion, kisses on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…descendign into heaven on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lost in sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn… First he had to turn me upside down…hold me a little bit… And that wasn’t obvious one-two days ago…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arch-cuddle… AAAhhh…because Curls has found his place – at least for his Nose…clever answer, you, most beloved… Curls has removed the image/ post about not finding my/ his place…WWWhy, my Love? Because since yesterday you’ve found your place or because you’re afraid of Apple-Cheeks’ invasion? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere I’m here/ there…loving you Dooooon’t cry, my Love… Self-service, my Love…hold me a little bit… The One I love Curls…what did I just “say”? Kisses all over… Home