Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses Kisses on the arms, down on the hands…fall… Tulip-love in the wind…lost Oppressing my sweet Aussie…I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…maybe you’ll feel me on the Hills, up on the Dimples, up on the Bells Road, down on the arms…slipping on the hips, falling in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets… I can’t powerpoint in this position, curls…lost…kisses Sweeeet weight…all of him…fire Folía it is, my Love…try to sleep… Infinite Love…all of him Good night, Curls…no more comments… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, my Love… Okaaay, lily-fondles, tulip-love…locked for the night… I can’t stay now, my Love…I’m late…I’m sooooorry…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…I’ll explore the Valley… Deep intrusion…kisses on the Gems…slipping…morning time in the Bazaar…Big Scandal…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… If it’s a complaint, what do you propose, Curls? If it’s a promise…we’ll see…knowing the Aussie diversions…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you Folía it is, my Love…how was your day? How is your heart, your soul? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry…I didn’t sleep much again… Lost underneath…your thighs, your hips…his Sweetness on his way…lily prison…infinite ecstasy… Loooong lilies, peony-love…vampire tulips…The Pulse…hot velvet…fire A wink and a lily on his head… It doesn’t mean that I work, Curls…I must recover… I am a bit better, my Love… Folía it is, my beautiful Curls…lost in you All of him, all of you…seizing the Hills…fire… up to the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…I have to work, always, Curls… With ventilator… So the only option is the conservative negligée…infinite laughs… And it’s too hot for straitpijama… I know, my Love…tormented by the almost feelings of your lips, of the touch of your skin, of the sweets…collapse I can’t write fast, my Love…I have to think through the process… Celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-storm in the Bazaar…vampire tulips…hot hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost Turning the tired Aussie…lilies on the Gems, slipping on the Lilies road…kisses on the hips…back on the Lilies Road…fall in the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie… Buttercups-hug, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost on you… Come here, my sweet, incredibly beautiful Aussie… Infinite Love and a lily on The Nose…cause you look very hopeful here, Curls… Deep intrusion…my tormented Aussie who was with me for two years without saying a word… I’m heeeeeeere, my Love…no more comments… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Curls…no more comments…hours…I love you I have to go, my Love…powerpoint interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…hours, not months…just to eliminate any relativity…until then I’ll be in the Bazaar…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Heaven…loooong lilies, tulip-love…lost Celestial perspective…vampire tulips…emergency turn…lst Breaking News at the back door…Bobby is looking for the Center of the Universe…me too… Hugging The Path, celestial perspective…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…fire Imprisoned Ach so…The Great Sweetness has a totally different perception of time – and space…locked. What months, Curls? I was quite punctual… Curls is complaining…you, most beloved…kisses on the swan lines, all off…down on the Dimples and Hills..trumpets and bells and peony-love…turning Curls…hunger…sweets and scandal…vampire tulips, forced landing…fire…deep intrusion…lost on you My Love…I want to surrend…I’m sleeeeeepy… Home