Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you One day…I’ll listen to that accent first, arrange those curls and then I’ll eat you… No festivals, my Love…that’s what we have…not even a paper bag…eventually a straijacket… Our secret, my Love…my sweet Aussie should sleep, I have to go…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…I’ll be arranging the golden curls…will get lost on the Bells Road, making rounds on the Dimples, love-squeezing the Hills, turning the Aussie…contemplating the Big Scandal…lilying The sweets, capturing The Great Sweetness…falling in ecstasy…again, and again… The flow of ecstasy…slipping on your neck, on your chest…a lily in the mid-Galaxy…fire on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing… Our secret…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…infinite desire… If so, we will be silent, my Love..all off…hugging the thighs, kisses and lilies and infinite Love…up to the Bazaar…immersion…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…the path on The Path…The Pulse…fire… Kisses on that line of candor…sweet Aussie is upset…hugging the Path, seizing the Hills, buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…seizing The Great Sweetness…lily-love, hungry tulips…lost in you, full of you…The Pulse…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…infinite sweetness, infinite desire…fire… Why the ‘movie’, my Love? what did I “say”? There is an abundant vegetation in Jackson…lot of places to hide…attack Eating the Aussie…fire…hungry tulips…seizing the Hills…kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…infinite desire… Okaaay, 180…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…The Great Sweetness on his way…The Pulse…lily-cuddles…hot velvet, hot hardness…jail time…infinite ecstasy… Again, my Love? Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…deep iintrusion…that Nose…lost in you… My Love and the details… Hot velvet, hot hardness…peony-cuddle…The Great Graceful Climb-ing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…sweeeeet prisoner…jail time Gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse Storm in the Bazaar Lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides…slipping in ecstasy…lost Curls The self-absorbed Great Sweetness…slipping…kisses on the Lilies Road, trumpets on the hips…hugging the Path, caressing the tender-sides, down on the thighs, down in the Bazaar…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost in you… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…trumpets and bells and peony-love… I love you…fire The sweetness of your being…you could at least wish me good, turbulent night, my Love… Kisses all over Gentle kiss, hungry kiss…those curls…lost Self-service, my Love…I’m sleeeeepy… I know, The Great Sweetness has other problems…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…forced landing… If you are in LA my Love, take care…I just got a security alert saying that the Iranian team is set to play matches in LA on 15 and 21 June… Lot of socks, my Love… I have to go, my Love…tomorrow is another day of Powerpoint…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…kisses on that line of candor…peony-Love on The Path, down in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy and straitjacket… Our secret…shhhhh He’s imprisoned… Pretext off, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…hugging the thighs, lily-storm on the sweets, vampire tulips…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…lost…His Sweetness on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire… What, my Love? We will be busy hiding… But we will be veeery busy… I know, my Love…too much story telling…I should keep the stories for when we meet…love-squeeze, deep intrusion…turning the Aussie…lilies on the Gems…slipping…hugging the thighs…lily-love, hungry tulips…The great Climb-ing, slipping, landing…The Pulse…jail time… Cici and uncle George Details, my Love? About what? AAAhhh…about Didi and Cici… There wasn’t much dialogue, my Love… Lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips…seizing the Kids…kisses on the lines of candor…hugging the thighs…kisses on the sweets…lily-fondles…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…peony-cuddle…fire…emergency turn…jail time…lost in you Contemplating the beautiful Aussie…peony-love…lilies and bells and trumpets all over… What was my most beloved doing? All of him My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere I must go, my Love…we’ll marry at 9 pm…rain of Love… Holding the sweet Aussie…peony-love, arranging the curls… Until then…straitjacket… Home