Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses, again… Do you have enough space for my Bermuda Decagon, Curls? The life with you, Curls? In The Library? We need a comb, my Love… No. Kisses, again…I’ll be back at 7 am Cyprus time…until then…pyjama is mine… Wish me good night, my Love…I can’t find the other sock…I love you A sock for the festivals… Contact…kisses on each finger, kisses on the hands, up on the arms, up on the swan lines…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? The One I love… Oppress me a little bit, my Love…His Sweetness knows his way…fire… One before sleep…I fall on the desk, my Love… Contact…(shameless) With trumpets on the way to heaven…Big Scandal…lily-storm, hungry tulips… The Great Climbing…lost… buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…fire… Contact, forever… Contact…arch-cuddle, The Great Intrusion…lily-cuddles…jail time… Okaaay, then oppress me, my Love… Come here, Curls…seizing the hills, rain of trumpets on The Path…kisses on the lines of candor…lily-love, tulip-capture…hot velvet, hot hardness…silent turn…lost All off…loving bites… My Love want to have real talk…dirty grey in ecstasy… Why the festival, Curls? How else can I talk to you? I miss you too, my Love…I talk to you in my mind all day long… Infinite desire…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… All off…hugging The Path, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… OOOh, my Love…what have I done again? You, most beloved and curled…kisses on the thighs, up to the lines of candor…lily-storm, hungry tulips…the Pulse…fire…forced landing…lost on you… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Or the whole night was a festival? Kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…infinite Love… Angry, beautiful sky over the Marina…I knowww you don’t want me to post them, but I couldn’t resist, my Love… My most beloved, I’m sooooorry, I couldn’t write… The One I love and snorkels me I can’t exercise now, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…aqua dreams… I listened the La Folia and cried in the silver glow… It’s 2 am in your world my Love…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… I miss you too… My Love is in NZ…lonely…and he found a dog on the set… My Love, I’m sooooorry, I got caught in the city… Kisses from the curls to the toes and back under the leaf…my incredibly beautiful Aussie…lost in the golden curls… I knowww, my Love…don’t torture me with that ring… The One I love…all of you, all of him… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3-4 pm…until then…all off-aquamarine dreams and whispers My shell-phone… It burns…I write and I write… I miss you more, my Love… HHHow much more snorkeling, my Love? Are we the prominent characters, my Love? Of course we are…or the message is in the photo? Sullen Curls… I’m afraid today will rain, Curls…all off…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…180 turn…hugging the thighs…kisses up to heaven…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost in the sand… My Love, I’m back….dooooon’t be sad…the net is slowwww, I can’t post images… Gimme 10 min, my Love Contact…from the curls to the toes… HHHow many exercises, my Love? Anything else on the agenda? Kisses on the neck…slipping…a trumpet in the middle, a lily on his head… Home