Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you…kisses on the arms… Perfect timing, Curls…I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at around 7 pm…kisses all over All of you, all of him…lily-cuddles…fire Slipping…tight hug, deep intrusion…arch-cuddle Heading to the airport and missing you… Closed until 7 pm…I love you I know, my Love… To go to bed, Curls…good night kisses I love you It was ‘Days’, my Love…the theory of relativity as per Curls I have to go, my Love…back hug, kisses on the swan lines…I hold you, I love you…try to sleep…infinite longing… Curls is ready…Big Scandal..lily rounds on the treasure and the secret road…up on The Scandalous Sweetness…vampire tulips…The Pulse..arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on Curls…fire Purring on the premier plan… Lily-storm, oppression…forced landing… No more festivals, Curls…tight hug, infinite cuddle…try to sleep, my Love… I have to go, my Love, and your should sleep…I’ll be back at around 7 pm from Munich…until then…lost in your eyes, lost in the Valley… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…arranging those curls…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…lilies on the Gems…a trumpet in the middle, detour on the hips…slipping on the Lilies Road, peony-love…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles on His sweetness, tulip-capture…forced landing…fire Locked Infinite desire and hot nothingness… All of you, all of him…vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn For TFS call me, my Love… My Love…I would kindly remind you that this is not a sport race… It seems there is another part Curls wants me to…lily-fondles… Your hands… No poetry, no conversation, Curls is impatient…come here…pretext off, hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…hungry tulips…infinite desire…The Pulse…lost underneath, your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…lost in you Gold and deep aquamarine… Flow of ecstasy… Lost in your beauty…click to reshuffle the fire… Seizing the Hills, kisses on the thighs…up on the lines of candor…up on His Sweetness…peony-cuddles, lily-love, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… Only I have to work, Curls It burns…deep intrusion…tight hug… Folía it is…I can only express it in Bobby style… What months, Curls? 6 min… My Love, I’m heeeeeere Lily-love, lily-cuddles… I have to go, my Love…wish me good night, sweet dreams and straitjacket I love you, I love you, I love you Golden Curls I explode I love you Locked for the night in the Focus Booth I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…and I haven’t finished packing…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…immersion in the deep aquamarine…lost on your body… Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, kisses on the arms…a trumpet in the middle…fall in the Bazaar…bells on the lines of candor…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… The sound of the Ouroboros The Gold with the golden curls… I was looking at the sequence of the images at the front door…Curls’ Code…infinite Love Attack Contemplating you… My Love, my Love, my Love… Home