Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Curls enjoys suffering together…instead of heaving fun together Me too…kind of… How was your day, my Love? How did you spend it? Your heart, your soul? Your hands, your lips…infinite ecstasy… With trumpets and bells on that line of candor…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips, slipping to the border…fall in heaven…a lily on his head…tulip-capture…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire…emergency turn… Sweeeeet shadow…seizing all the sweets octopus-mode…kisses on the Lilies Road…lily-storm in the Bazaar…up on His Sweetness, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost…flat white… Curls…why do you scary me? I’ve had enough of stress last week… All of you, all of him…what happened, my Love? Why was that big cry, my Love? For the 8 min delay? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, sad Aussie…saying your name in my mind, in my heart…buttercups-hug… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Closed until 8 pm… I love you All of you, all of him…all off…hold the board, Curls… The One I love…this doesn’t need decoding, Curls… Okaaay…self-service…kisses again Infinite lily-love… I knowww…my Love is lonely…infinite sadness…but I’m here/ there, Curls…holding you and snoring… Kisses…I love you… Sweet capture, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire…silent turn…infinite ecstasy… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…sweet abandon in your aquamarine silence… Infinite desire…your hands, your lips…your… All of you, all of him…lilies on the Gems, peony-Love on the tender sides…slipping with trumpets and bells on the hips and the Lilies Road, down on the thighs…celestial perspective…lily-love, tulip-capture…lost underneath… I don’t care, Curls…I love you Sweet Folía, sweet abandon… Right, only screaming expresses accurately how much I miss you, Curls… OOOh, my Love…infinite craving… Okaaay…The Great Climb-ing on The Original…forced landing…kind of… The sweetness of your being… I knowww…buttercups-hug, arranging those curls… WWWhat is my Love doing now? Is Curls still in NZ? Aren’t you tired of filming, my Love? After three days of “Presentation Skills” I feel exhausted…I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be to play, be an actor for weeks/ months/ years…obviously I don’t compare the Presentation skills training with your work, Curls…only the effort…infinite laughs… Promenade with trumpets and bells up to heaven…lost in sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…lily-cuddles, jail time… All of you, all of that sweet shadow…seizing the Hills, tulip-capture…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…fire… You, most beautiful…I love you My Curls is lonely…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…down on the outer arch, up on the inner arch…Big Scandal in the Bazaar…lily-rounds on the treasure and the secret road…up on The Scandalous Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you Have you had any sleep, you, most beloved and curled? No conversation, my Love? My Love, I’m heeeeeere…hugging the whole sweet, curled, sleepy Aussie… I have to go, my Love…kisses again… All of you, all of him…lily-love, hungry tulips…jail time Disheveled gold, deep aquamarine…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Online self-service, you most beloved and curled… I’m ready too, Curls…so what? Hot nothingness and aquamarine silence…. It’s bed time for Curls, and I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…immersion in you Descending with trumpets and bells on that line of candor…heaven…vampire tulips, the captive Pulse…silent turn…fire One day I’ll eat you, Curls…I guess that won’t need much decoding… Deep intrusion, immersion in your eyes…kisses on the neck, lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides slipping on the hips…down on the outer arch, up on the inner arch…seizing all the sweets…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…forced landing…infinite desire… All of you, all of him…kisses on the neck, lilies on the Gems…slipping The touch of your skin, your hands, your lips…lost Okaaay…then you work, my Love… Celestial perspective…fire Home