Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Curls…no more comments…hours…I love you I have to go, my Love…powerpoint interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…hours, not months…just to eliminate any relativity…until then I’ll be in the Bazaar…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Heaven…loooong lilies, tulip-love…lost Celestial perspective…vampire tulips…emergency turn…lst Breaking News at the back door…Bobby is looking for the Center of the Universe…me too… Hugging The Path, celestial perspective…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…fire Ach so…The Great Sweetness has a totally different perception of time – and space…locked. What months, Curls? I was quite punctual… Curls is complaining…you, most beloved…kisses on the swan lines, all off…down on the Dimples and Hills..trumpets and bells and peony-love…turning Curls…hunger…sweets and scandal…vampire tulips, forced landing…fire…deep intrusion…lost on you My Love…I want to surrend…I’m sleeeeeepy… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere Undressing the tormented Aussie…daydreaming… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…you may feel me on your thighs… Heaven…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…trumpets on the Lilies Road…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…emergency turn… HHHow many months, Curls? I miss my Aussie…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms, down on the hands…fall… Anything else on the agenda, my Love? I was writing, Curls… Assuming The Original’s postion…fall on the tired Curls…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…OOOh, you beautiful, possible-impossible Aussie…a trumpet in the middle…attack on the Bazaar…lost in sweets and scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing…fire I feel the waves of empathy crossing the ocean, Curls… OOOh, my Love…I spent half of the night coughing…I’ll go to the doctor today…I may have an ear or hidden tooth infection – according to Claude…I think it’s rather ear because of the swimming…I am curious if Claude’s diagnosis proves right… Don’t “exposé” me… The upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between, lost in your eyes…feels like months, Curls? And how does it feel for me? My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere, hugging the whole Curls…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…lost in you The Great Scandalous Sweetness is locked for the night…kisses, again Promenade…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…The Nose…lost Turning the Aussie…deep intrusion, crazy florals, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you I love you, I miss you… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…infinite longing…lost in sweets and scandal… Oppressing The Original…slipping, landing…lost Sweet Aussie is tired…I have to bend…as always…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…trumpets on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…infinite ecstasy…lily-storm, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…forced landing…fire… All off, up on the thighs with kisses and peony-love…hungry tulips….fire…emergency turn… Curls remembered my walk with the beef mignon…infinite laughs…The Egg always wants to explore the city after business dinners…I use to answer that the only area I want to explore is my bed…but when the whole group is heading to the city…okaaaay… Kisses on the hips, pretext off… peony-love on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar, seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…lost underneath…fire… Envelopping the Aussie in love to wipe out the sadness…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms, down on the hands…fall…lost Big silence across the ocean…no answer…attack…tulip-love… Any what can we do, Curls? How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Crazy florals… My Love, I’m heeeeeere I love you Kisses all over…on the swan lines down on the arms, down on the hands…fall… What? We will be awarded with the Nobel prize for (kinky) literature, my Love… I have to go, my Love…to continue bowing in front of the Powerpoint…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Bazaar and surroundings… Don’t know if this is a complaint or a promise, Curls… Sweeeeeeet Folía, my love…oppression OOOh…sweet Aussie is tired…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road, up on The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…infinite sweetness…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…lost…. Hope to find new metaphors? Curls knows how to motivate me… I ran out of kinky metaphors and analogies, Curls…need to find new ones… Celestial perspective…tulip-Love…infinite ecstasy… Home