Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Circadian folly…infinite desire… I’m soooorry…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’l be snoring and dreaming of you… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I fall on the desk…lost OOOh…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Dimples and Hills…all off…down on the hips…turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…all of him…lost…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Well, my Love…if you don’t talk to me, I entertain myself making all sorts of assumptions…lost That must be beautiful too, considering the sweeeeeet shadow…a lily on his head….lost You, most beautiful…gold and deep aquamarine…infinite Longing… His Sweetness was implied, Curls…do I have to be explicit? Loving you…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…arch-cuddle…buttercups-hug…arranging those curls… Curls makes fun of my driving skills too… Heaven…lost on the Lilies Road…seizing the hills…tulip-capture…fire… Lot of offshore activities…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…vampire tulips…lost in you…I love you Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…have you had any sleep, my Love? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…I’m sooooorry, I couldn’t write earlier… Offshore, again? Lost underneath…sweeeet weight…I love you… All of him, all of you…locked… One…incredibly beautiful…lost in you… I have to go, my most beloved…the scones…I’ll be back at 9 pm…earlier if I can…that would be at 6-7 pm…until then…tight hug, arch-cuddle… All of you, all of him…heaven… Curls and the elasticity of time…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…eating the Aussie…lost…emergency turn…The Path on the hills…fire… One…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes My disheveled Love…I am sorry for the previous…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Break…infinite sweetness… Okaaay…he knows his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… I’ve worked a lot today and it’s only 9 am, Curls…what exercises? I am baking Hungarian scones…lot of meticulous work…misery…hence the delay… What is Curls doing now? It sounds like a punishment…lost My Love, I’m back, I’m soooorry, it took longer than expected… My Love…gimme 15 min please… All of you, all of him…sweeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…lost in you Undressing Curls…gentle tulip, hungry tulips…forced landing… Opinion… Not even the gnomes come to Budapest… I tried to find the Blue Murder Motel…nooo…it’s only for the Aussie species… One…incredibly beautiful, curled and tormented…kisses on the arms…up on the swan lines…infinite Love… All of you, all of him…sweeeeeet shadow…seizing the Hills, tulip-love…infinite ecstasy… His Sweetness has to dig his head everywhere…lost The one in Budapest takes the bus…one leg raised… Curls makes fun of my English…me too…see the camel who can drive very well in the desert… Too many towels…all off, lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire Zweistein…kisses on the neck…slipping… Heaven…lily-love, vampire tulips…fire…lost underneath… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road, one in the middle, two on the hips…down on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost… How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Buttercups-hug… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere I love you My most beloved, infinite pain…hugging the whole sweet, curled tormented Aussie citizen…deep intrusion…peony-love…what can I do? Home