Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Wait…I forgot…we are not supposed to meet…I’ll write scripts until the end of time… Home Kisses, again… Lily prison Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…I hold you, I love you…lost in you One…gold and deep aquamarine…deep intrusion Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Forced landing… Vampire tulips…fire… Powerpoint…lost I love you Lilied and locked with infinite Love… The exposé is much better…kisses all over Dooon’t ‘movie’ me, Curls…infinite pain… I have to go, my Love…powerpoint, again…I’ll be back 1 pm…until then…thinking of you…arranging the curls…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines… To the ‘snorkeling’… Kisses up to the Bazaar, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, forced landing…buttercups-hug, arranging those curls…lost on you… What else? A lily on his head…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…the captive Pulse…infinite ecstasy…emergency turn…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lost Finally a smile, you, most beloved…kisses on the neck…slipping… My Love with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…what’s the problem, beside the default one? Come here…a trumpet in the middle, slipping on that line of candor…vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire… Lily-love… What is this higgledy-piggledy, angry energy – ‘movie’, ‘snorkeling’ series, Curls? Arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug… Lilying the premier plan… Before or after we marry?….Lost… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, impertinent, tormented Aussie citizen…kisses on the swan lines, all off…down on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Hills, peony-love on the tender sides…trumpets on the hips…turning the aussie…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle…slipping landing…infinite Love…immersion in your eyes… Seizing the Hills, vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…ready to “tell” me how was your day, Curls? I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…hold me a little bit…sweeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lost… The Big Fat Noir, Curls…again? Purring on the sweets…kisses I knowww, my Love… Do you have a plan, Curls? Kisses from the top to the toes, back under the towel praetexta…infinite desire…I love you… I fall on the desk, my love…infinite ecstasy… You, most beloved…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…the remedy… Straitpijama, Curls… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…lost Any other topics, my Love? How was/ is your day so far, Curls? Closed until 8 am…kisses, again… Captured… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie citizen who’s fooling around in Auckland instead of coming to Budapest…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…all off…down on the Dimples and Hills…infinite sweetness…a few bites…turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost Especially, I… EEEverybody is normal… Who’s working, my Love? Me too Me too Infinite gratitude… While Curls complains – that he is tormented and I am not enough fast… I’ve just arrived, Curls…WWWhy? My Love, I’m heeeeeere