Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love, my Love, my Love… Still here/ there, Curls? Or only The Great Sweetness? Kisses to you both… Forced landing…buttercups-hug…lost on you Kisses on the swanlines, down on the arms, down/up on the hands…fall on the thighs…lost I have to go, my Love…to continue the powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hold me a little bit…I am tired of coughing and powerpoint… Vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn… More details, Curls? OOOH, my Love…this 2-vars dialogue… What is my Curls doing now? Kisses on the neck…fall Okaaaay…slipping…all off…kisses on the hips, seizing the Hills, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…lost underneath…Focus Booth Have you had any sleep, my Love? Have you eaten, have you fooled around in the morning? That’s the best – when everybody is sleeping…lilies on the Gems, arch-cuddle… Anything else on the agenda, my Love? Less steamy, eventually? It doesn’t help with the PowerPoint…lost…your thighs, your hips…His sweetness on his way…fire My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, hugging The Path, arranging the curls…competing with the wind… Good night, Curls…no more comments… Kisses Imprisoned I can’t powerpoint in this position, curls…lost…kisses Folía it is, my Love…try to sleep… Kisses on the arms, down on the hands…fall… Tulip-love in the wind…lost Back hug, arch-cuddle…I have to go, Curls… Infinite Love…all of him If it’s a complaint, what do you propose, Curls? If it’s a promise…we’ll see…knowing the Aussie diversions…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you Oppressing my sweet Aussie…I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…maybe you’ll feel me on the Hills, up on the Dimples, up on the Bells Road, down on the arms…slipping on the hips, falling in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets… Sweeeet weight…all of him…fire Okaaay, lily-fondles, tulip-love…locked for the night… Deep intrusion…kisses on the Gems…slipping…morning time in the Bazaar…Big Scandal…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry…I didn’t sleep much again… Lost underneath…your thighs, your hips…his Sweetness on his way…lily prison…infinite ecstasy… Loooong lilies, peony-love…vampire tulips…The Pulse…hot velvet…fire It doesn’t mean that I work, Curls…I must recover… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, my Love… I am a bit better, my Love… Folía it is, my beautiful Curls…lost in you All of him, all of you…seizing the Hills…fire… up to the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…I have to work, always, Curls… With ventilator… I can’t stay now, my Love…I’m late…I’m sooooorry…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I’ll explore the Valley… So the only option is the conservative negligée…infinite laughs… And it’s too hot for straitpijama… I know, my Love…tormented by the almost feelings of your lips, of the touch of your skin, of the sweets…collapse I can’t write fast, my Love…I have to think through the process… Celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-storm in the Bazaar…vampire tulips…hot hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost Folía it is, my Love…how was your day? How is your heart, your soul? Turning the tired Aussie…lilies on the Gems, slipping on the Lilies road…kisses on the hips…back on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie… A wink and a lily on his head… Buttercups-hug, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you… Come here, my sweet, incredibly beautiful Aussie… Home