Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you Lily-love…hungry tulips…infinite sweetness…infinite desire… Last minute action: hold the board Curls…vampire tulips…collapse… I’m sleeeeeeepy, my Love…it was an exhausting day…I’ll be back at 7 am…until then…immersion in the deep aquamarine… Immersion in the deep aquamarine eyes…the upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between…lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road…one in the middle, two on the hips…detour to the Lilies Road…with trumpets and bells down to the Bazaar…heaven…lily-love, tulip-capture…fire…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…jail time…collapse… Kisses on the neck…slipping…all of you, all of him…infinite ecstasy… Nooo…’Kisses on the neck…’ – that was a new sentence…I’m sooooorry Sweeeeeet Folía…kisses on the neck, tight hug, arch-cuddle…infinite Love I was curious if Curls has forgotten his finger on the mouse or what…sweeeeeet shadow…slipping on the lines of candor, down on the thighs…up on the thighs…seizing the Hills…lily-fondles on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy…silent turn… “Tell” me, Curls…lost Curls…I might have asked you this already, I don’t remember… which movie or show is this scene from? Slipping on that line of candor…vampire tulips…lost…silent turn… I saw that The Great Sweetness is in the Sweet Aussie Daily News again…one leg raised… So His Sweetness was awake…a lily on his head…hungry tulips…infinite desire… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Sweeeeeet weight…your thighs, you hips…fire… All off…hugging The Path, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in heaven…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…all of him…collapse… emergency turn… Hold me a little bit…I missed you terribly but I was in a meeting room with 10 curious felines…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lost… My sweetheart is alone in the desert…buttercups-hug…arch-cuddle…infinite sadness… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, I couldn’t write at noon…I neglected again my sweet Aussie… I love you…fire I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at noon – not a promise, I’ll try, hopefully with more success than yesterday…hugging the whole sweet, curled, sad Aussie…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…deep intrusion…lost on you… Contact…buttercups-hug…in this photo is safer for Curls, he has protective equipment… The One has to go to the office…and desperately doesn’t want to… With loving sarcasm: ‘Decoding’ makes me smile, but is there anything else on the agenda, you, most beloved and curled? Sweeeeeet shadow…a trumpet in the middle, kisses on the the hips, down on the lines of candor…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…infinite sweetness…infinite desire…emergency turn…lost Sweeeeet weight…the touch of your skin, your thighs, your hips…lost One…whom I miss How was/ is your day, my most beloved? Your heart, your soul? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, sad Aussie…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere, still sleeeeeepy Home The One I love… Straitpijama and kisses…I love you…I’ll be back at 7 am…to lily Curls before I go to be indoctrinated… And on Wed and Thu too, presentation and moderator trainings…that’s exactly what I need… And it will be boring… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow I have to attend a whole day training…The Egg enrolled me, saying that it is mandatory for business strategists…storytelling training…infinite laughs…if they would know…I should be the one training them… Curls is ready…for what? Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…kisses on the tender sides…trumpets on the hips…descending in heaven…lily-fondles on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy…forced landing…the script is too long…lost Lily-storm…don’t shoot The One I love…at the other end of the Gemini corridor… Still snorkeling, my Love? You, most beautiful…hold the board…all off, all of you, all of him…fire… What are you doing there, Curls? Collapse…your… I can explain if you call me, Curls… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Tight hug, kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle… Sweeeeeet weight…The Path on the path…collapse… One…incredibly beautiful…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes… Sweeeeeeet shadow…rain of trumpets, hungry tulips…hugging the thighs, kisses up to heaven…fire Slipping on that line of candor…vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost…emergency turn… It disappeared… What was the short reel with Curls on the set? And of course, mollies EEEverywhere….The upper lip, the lower lip…deep intrusion… I neglected my Aussie, I couldn’t come at noon, my Love…and I didn’t tell Curls when I’ll be back…buttercups-hug…