Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The cicadas are so loud I can’t hear my thoughts… Doooon’t be sad, my Love…I’m here/ there… What is my Love doing now? Immersion in your eyes…arranging the golden curls…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…Bells on the lines of candor, slipping on the thighs…submersion in the Bazaar…lily-love on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you… Sweeeet weight…The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…hot hardness…infinite ecstasy…lost Curls is playing mean again…why, my Love? I miss you too, my Love…have you had any sleep? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… No. Pyjama is mine… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere The One I love It’s bedtime for Curls, and I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…aquamarine dreams… Me too… Okaaay…The Great Climb-ing…Big Scandal, lily prison…jail time… Only I have to work…oppressed Gemini… I forgot to squeeze the Hills… With a wink and a lily on his head, followed by loooong lily-fondles and closing with vamire tulips…hot hardness…fire…infinite ecstasy… Curls and the gravity… Thinking That’s what I keep saying, Curls… Lilying every inch of the Hills…detour on the hips…fall on the lines of candor…tulip-capture…hot hardness… fire WWWhen? Sweeeet weight… Don’t scream, don’t panic, Curls…it’s just our default cinversation… Where, when, my Love? It rained every morning/ night in the last 4 days… but during the day I bathed in bright sunshine…at 24-25C…and the sea it’s still 26C…and my Love is not here… Infinite Love…kisses on the tender sides, trumpets on the hips…slipping on the the thighs… One more comment and you go to bed, Curls…hugging the whole, sweet, impertinent Aussie… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…todaaaay, the waves are small…my size… I miss you too, my Love…kisses all over Loving you…seizing the Hills…love-squeeze… immersion in the Valley…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire… The One I love… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12-1 pm – earlier if I can, assuming that Curls is in NZ…and he has to go to bed…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses Hugging the whole sweet, curled, upset Aussie…what can I do, my Love? While showing me the Hills, Curls? And what are you saying? Infinite ecstasy…peony-cuddle…lily-love, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…collapse Promenade with trumpets and bells up to heaven…immersion in the Valley…infinite desire…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…infinite sweetness…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? Curls is busy, preoccupied of something… All off, all of you, all of them, all of him…tulip-capture…fire… ‘No real fish!’…Curls is complaining online…infinite Love…lost in your curled mind… Celestial perpsective, angelic view…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…lost in you Trying to decipher my Love’s code…jokes, subversions and double meanings… What do you mean, my Love? You, most beloved and curled…why do you cry and snorkel all day long? What has changed? Immersion in your eyes…arranging the golden curls…kisses on the Gems…slipping…rain of trumpets on The Path…lily-storm on the sweets…vampire tulips…Big Scandal…slipping, landing…lost on you Hugging the thighs, peony-love on the Dimples and Hills…love-squeeze…kisses on the Lilies road, down to the border…a wink and a lily on his head…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath… Eat them all Curls…infinite laughs…you can take revenge…lost I miss you too, my Love…especially your voice…I want to hear you commenting… I knowww…I undressed Curls several times this night… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeeeere, I’m soooooooorry WWWhen? Kisses all over… Home