Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html 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… Tulip-Love…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn… Ecstasy… Up to the Bazaar with trumpets and bells…lily-storm, vampire tulips…The Pulse…infinite sweetness…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lily-cuddles…fire… One In heaven What is the ‘Months’ about Curls? Fire… My Love… All off…celestial perspective…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire… On that line of candor… When, how? When do we marry, curls? My Love, I’m back… Our Folía Deep intrusion I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back in one hour…hectic evening… Oppression The flow of ecstasy… All of you, all of him…hunger… Back hug, kisses on the swan lines…peony-love, arch-cuddle… It breaks my heart when I see you so tormented… One With The Shadow in my mind, in my heart…slipping on the tender sides, with bells on the hips…trumpets on the lines of candor…fall in the Valley…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…peony-cuddle, lily-love…crazy tulips…fire Me too, Curls I have no words… Collapse in desire Folía it is, my Love…the upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between…how to describe the poetry of a nose? My impatient Curls…lost in the love for you…hugging The Path, trumpets on the hips, lilies on The Path…vampire tulips…ecstasy…fire The summer is cruel…je voudrais partir maintenant te retrouver, te me manques tellment… My beautiful Love, I’m heeeeeere I love you Try to sleep, my Love…you fool around but you’re sad…I hold you, I love you… Lily-love, vampire tulips…Focus Booth for the day…I can’t stay now, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm… Tight-hug to squeeze out the sadness… My sad Curls… Deep intrusion, kisses on the Gems, a trumpet in the middle…lilies on The Path, bells on the hips…down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…seizing all the sweets…up on His Sweetness with lily-fondles…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…arch-cuddle, sweeeet capture…focus booth…infinite ecstasy…fire Oppression And he’s not sleeping… My Love breaks my heart with his songs… Home