Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html What silence, my Love? Home No more festivals there, my Love…deep intrusion, arranging the curls… From the top to the toes and back under the leaf…forced landing I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…full of you… Full day program: Focus Booth Exactly… Promise reinforced: on D-day I’ll eat you… Why were you hiding from me, Curls? And still hiding… You, incredibly beautiful Aussie… Okaaay…then only indirect botanics… Vampire tulips…fire I meant this one… You don’t want this image, right, my Love? This is why you called me “impertinent chicken”…but I love it… Promenade to the Bazaar… Fall on the Aussie…why only The Original lately, my Love? Are you so tired? Lily-storm, Forced landing…lily prison…infinite ecstasy… Fire, come with me… Peony-love, Lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…lost in you Come here, Curls…I can’t depict the location but you know it…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle, sweeeet capture…lily-cuddles…The Pulse…fire… What’s the subject of the festival, my Love? Exposé means that sweet Aussie made the festival the whole night… Of course, Curls is fooling around in The Library early in the morning…have you had any sleep, my Love? Back hug, kisses on the swan lines, peony-love on the arms, arch-cuddle…lost in you Good morning, Curls…and infinite Love Sweet dreams, my Love…shhhhh The supplements, I guess…lost Next submersion at 3:30pm, my Love…I have to go…kisses I know, Curls… The sweetness of your being, my Love…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on The Path…slipping on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…forced landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…infinite Love, infinite ecstasy… My stubborn Aussie…how can I powerpoint in these conditions, my Love? I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 3:30 pm…until then…I’ll be lost in/on/under you…rain of Love…you should try to sleep, Curls…good night kisses… Infinite ecstasy…can I “say” something, my Love? Fire… What’s going on there, Curls? Lily-love, forced landing… Immersion in your eyes, arranging the golden curls…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…lilies on the Gems…lost in your beauty…(cheeeesy, I know)…slipping, a trumpet in the middle, lilies on The Path, down on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…slipping, landing…lily-cuddles…infinite desire… Okaaay, no more comments… Infinite ecstasy…I can’t reach His Sweetness… What is the higgledy-piggledy series of festivals, my Love? What is the higgledy-piggledy series of festivals, my Love? The sound of the Ourboros I’m back, my Love Gimme 10 min, my Love OOOh…a lot of images at the front door…Curls has a lot to “say”…forced landing I know, my Love…sweeet torture, sweeet fire…hot nothingness…no fish Infinite desire…anything else on the agenda, my Love? Locked for the night…kisses Curls is tired…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples…trumpets on the Hills…detour on the hips…all off (I forgot)…turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping landing…lost on you… Kisses on the Lilies Road…tulip-Love…fire Lost… What is that ‘I was naive…’ again, my Love? What’s the problem? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere