Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Curls… Contact, forever I have to go, my Love…kisses from the curls to the toes and back under the towel praetexta Swimming around…infinite beauty…lost on the Culprits…detour to the front… The One I love All sorts of silence… Okaaay…I won’t say a word…tulip-capture…silent turn Swimming beneath… arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy… Estimation of the target…love-squeeze Don’t cry, my Love…I’m here/ there, holding you, loving you…I’m just slowwww… OOOh, my Love…and now I have to go…I’ll be back at 11:30 am for the good night lilies… Changing position to boost the thinking process What will we do, Curls? I’m slowwww, my Love… Lost on the Hills…rain of trumpets, big bells and other florals…detour to the front…lily-storm, tulip-capture…silent turn… ‘The ring’…AAArticulate, Curls or I switch to Hungarian… What is my Love doing nowadays? Working, riding, fooling around? I am just thinking, my Love…in what sequence to undress Curls on that special day… I’m back, my Love Gimme 10 min, my Love… Tomorrow I have to go to the office… Right, my Love…I didn’t sleep much…hold me a little bit more…His Sweetness knows his way…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…fire… On the reflection point, holding the philosophical stick…occasionally a lily on his head… Purring/ bubbling on the Hills… Emotional… The One I love Slipping…deep intrusion, immersion in your eyes…octopus-hug…landing…lost HHHow was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere Emotional…your beautiful hands…kisses again… Mr. “All” or “Nothing”…kisses Call me, my Love…I allow you to make fun of my English… I love you…AAArticulate, Curls…infinite smile… The One I love Only on the Hills? I use to visit the front too…quite often, Curls… OOOh…our nights, my Love…do you feel me? I’ll hold’em too… At this hour, my Love, that’s the max speed…I have to go, you most beloved and impertinent…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll hold you Hugging The Path, eating the Aussie…tulip-capture…fire…silent turn…lost The Culprits must be shining now, my Love, after so many lily-fondles… My slowness…really, Curls? Kisses on the neck…the upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between… Why, my Love? Who/ what is tormenting you? Come here, Curls…rest your head on the buttercups and “tell” me why it is hard for you… I knowww, my Love… “Tell” me something I don’t know, Curls… I just lilied them, Curls… All off…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…seizing the Culprits…lost…Keep it Zen, Buddha. Curls…what is that ‘actual ring’? Just another impertinence… Swimming up on the Hills with trumpets and big bells, detour beneath, lily-love, tulip-capture…snorkeling… lost Home