Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…trumpets and bells and lilies and peony-love…infinite desire… Love and prison Hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips, down in the lines of candor…sweets and Scandal, peony-cuddle, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost underneath…fire Don’t know what’s going on there…come here, Curls… No need to scream, my most beloved, you could just text/ call me…noooooo, I’m not invading the delicate Aussie… A vampire trumpet on his head… Reading the Sweet AUssie Daily News…jingle bells and a lily on his head…shameless Aussie…infinite Love…forced landing… My Love, trumpets, trumpets! I found trumpets in the hotel yard…what does this mean? Lot of trumpets…I couldn’t stop taking photos… Apple-Cheeks has landed – in case you haven’t noticed yet, my Love…and is kissing you from the top to the toes and back under the leaf, and is asking you whether you have had any sleep or fooled around in The Library? And a lot of beards…infinite smile… Curls on the motorbike…did I tell you? Infantile Love and prison…the sweetness of your being… what can I do with The Great Sweetness on the plane? My most beloved…I have to go, I’ll be back at 4 pm… until then you should sleep…I hold you, I love you, I lily you… Why the festival, my Love? I just lilied the whole Aussie… Hugging The Path, kisses on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost in you.. Would my sweet Aussie decode the silence? How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? I had to move…they changed the gate again… Lost underneath…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way, The Pulse…fire…lily prison, lily-cuddles… I’m here, my Love, I just had to pay the breakfast… Apple-Cheeks in transit… My most beloved, I’ll be back, when Apple-Cheeks will land in Frankfurt…rain of Love Apple-Cheeks is onboarded Kisses…I love you Our tormented nights… Lost underneath… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I have to wake up at 2am…I’ll be back around 8 am, from Frankfurt…until then…almost feelings…your hands, the touch of your skin, your lips, your thighs, your hips…lost You hide him, my Love… Infantile Love Infinite cuddle Repeat offender…vampire tulips, forced landing…imprisoned Purring on the Lilies Road… Don’t know what to “say”…slipping Is this the effect of the supplements, my Love? Impertinent Curls Sweet Aussie makes fun of the supplements list… Noooobody is talking to me Conservative exposé Silence all day long…seizing the Hills, lily-fondles, hungry tulips…fire Trumpets on the hips, kisses on the Lilies Road…no conversation, no romaaaaance The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…slipping… Festivals all day long, my Love? Nothing productive? What was my sweet Aussie doing? My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere Shhhhh…I love you Kisses…I have to go, my Love…and as I just “said” I’ll be back at 9 pm… Kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…fire Love and prison Sweet Aussie is busy…I’ll be back at 9 pm, my Love…until then…rain of Love, rain of trumpets, one/ square inch of Sweet Aussie… Home