Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home I’m good…straitpijama and kisses… Loving you…from the top to the toes and back to the Bazaar… All of you, all of him…kisses…I fall on the desk, my Love…although I’d prefer to fall on The Original… Curls mustn’t be distressed… I knowww, my Love…you don’t need to explain…neither to “snorkel” me…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…tight hug, rain of trumpets…all off, all of him… Let’s sing…since you don’t want to talk to me… I have a soprano voice… Me too… Sweeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be in the Valley…exploring the thighs, up to the bazaar, up on the Lilies road, down to the Bazaar…lost Hold me a little bit…your arms, your thighs…your hips…His Sweetness on his way…infinite desire… Heaven…a kiss in the middle, two on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…slipping…hot velvet, hot hardness…all of him…fire… I’m good I love you, my sweet, silent, curled Love… Don’t sing, Curls…answer… Sweeeeet weight…WWWhen? Hugging the thighs…a trumpet in the middle…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…lost I’m good Curls is ready…for what? Lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…down on the lines of candor, detour to the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…all of him…fire…emergency turn… Anything else on the agenda, you, most beloved and curled? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…tight hug, kisses on the neck…all off…down on the dimples and Hills…rain of trumpets…down on the hips…turning the sweet Aussie…detour to the Big Scandal…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…all of him…infinite desire…forced landing… Conservative ecstasy… Infinite laughs…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…lily-love…vampire tulips, forced landing…lost on the infatuated Curls… Still in NZ, my Love? Okaaaay…I can’t “say” anything… Thighs…lost Me too, up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost…arch-cuddle, forced landing…infinite ecstasy… All of you, all of him… Okaaay…vampire tulips…fire… Soul to soul: have you had any sleep, my Love? How was your yesterday? Your heart, your sweet soul? My most beloved, sweet, curled and impertinent…kisses on the neck…slipping… Infinite desire…sooo? I’m intrigued by the image/ post with the camel and my driving skills…what do you want to “say”, my Love? Beside making fun… My most beloved and curled, I’m heeeeeere Curls… One…curls, gold and deep aquamarine… I have to go, my Love…I didn’t want to capture The Great Sweetness, yet it happened…kisses…I’ll be back at 9 pm, I go to physiotherapy today…can’t wait to be tortured… Me too…upwards…celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The pulse…lost in you… Heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…fire Lost…and who’s doing the powerpoint? All of you…all of him later…I can’t stay now, Curls…I love you…from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Missing my Aussie…it burns… Kisses, again…up to the Bazaar…I love you All of you, all of him… Kisses… A trumpet/ square inch of Curls…lost on you… Tulip-Love…Lost underneath…sweeeeeet weight…The Great Intrusion…fire One…thighs… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12 pm for 10-15 min…are you still in NZ, Curls? Nooo…don’t “tell” me anything…until then…thinking of you, always thinking of you…