Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Locked for the night…kisses 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 What silence, my Love? Caught in the Focus Booth Kisses on the arms, arch-cuddle…deep intrusion, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you… I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…seizing the Hills, tulip-love and Focus Booth… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…Todaaaay, I swam a lot, frog style, high speed…and I was still the slowest…there must be something wrong with my technique… Lost in your beauty…kisses on the hips, a trumpet in the middle…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…emergency turn…infinite ecstasy… So this is the Little Soul’s song…arranging those curls… Lily-fondles, Focus Booth…imprisoned…infinite ecstasy… Still thinking… I’ve realized that Curls is very much comfortable with this communication method…he doesn’t have to talk, neither to write, nor to explain anything…he can use prewritten posts, hiding behind double/ multiple meanings, he can repeat himself endlessly, and he just have to click…right, my Love? Peony-love, immersion in you eyes…lilies on the gems…slipping…promenade on the thighs with trumpets and bells, up to the Bazaar, tulip-love, The Pulse…forced landing…fire The previous post wasn’t exatly part of a dialogue, my Love Rain of kisses, lily-storm…seizing all the sweets…peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…vampire tulips…full…fire I can’t reach The Great Sweetness… My Love, I’m back, I’m sooooorry, it took longer than expected… Gimme 10 min, my Love… So Curls has posted another song which means that there’ll be no fish in the near future… Is this your soul, my Love? FIre…and hot nothingness… Peony-love on the tender sides, hugging The Path…fall in ecstasy…I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…tight hug, Focus Booth… Forced landing… Sweeeet weight… On the Lilies Road…peony-cuddles, infinite lily-love…crazy tulips… Lost in your beauty, lost in your voice…when can I eat you? You’ll post another song, Curls, to torture us? Infinite ecstasy…and then what, my Love? Celestial perspective, seizing the Hills, kisses on the hips…infinite sweetness…down on the lines of candor…detour on the sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…arch-cuddle, sweeet capture…infinite desire… Deep intrusion…eating the Aussie… The Great Climb-ing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…captured in the Focus Booth…lost Gentle kisses, hungry kisses up to the Bazaar…attack The Great Sweetness is now dominating the library landscape…a lily on his head… So my sweet Aussie didn’t sleep much…kisses on the thighs, up on His Sweetness…lily-fondles, peony-love…fire…emergency turn…The path on the hills, your hips, your thighs…His Sweetness on his way…collapse… OOOh, that Big Scandal…deep intrusion, arranging the curls…lilies on the Gems, a trumpet in the middle…fall on the Lilies Road with trumpets and bells…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…slipping in the Bazaar…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…infinite Love…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you… My most beloved, i’m heeeeeere… It burns… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…don’t know how am I going to powerpoint…lost on your thighs…and you should sleep not fool around in The Library…one trumpet/ square inch of sweet Aussie And the Széchenyi ballooooon… The Széchenyi cupola(s)…I can’t have enough contemplating it… Lost in the deep aquamarine fire Kisses on the arms, up to the swan lines…all off…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems kisses…lost on you And who’s going to powerpoint, my Love? Infinite desire… On The Original…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing Curls is tired…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…a trumpet in the middle, down on the Lilies Road…lily-fondles on the sweets…peony-cuddle, hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…sweeeet capture…lost in you… Kisses on the hips, bells on The path, down on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…siezing the Hills…and The Great Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire And the hot nothingness Home