Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html No more festvals, Curls…I love you Home I’m done…kisses, again… Hungry tulips, all of him…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn…collapse… OOOh…that position…kisses… I have to go, my Love and you should try to sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…immersion in you All of you, all of him… Arch-cuddle, the remedy…straightening that collar of yours… Sweeeeeet shadow…mine…lily-love, hungry tulips…infinite desire… One…gentle kiss, hungry kiss… Good night lilies down on the Trumpets Road, rounds in the Bazaar, up on His Sweetness…vampire tulips…good night attack…lost Curls should go to bed… One…most beautiful… Yours…lost Contact…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…fire All of you, all of him… My most beloved, I’m sooooorry…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented, neglected Aussie… Okaaay…noted…kisses So technically speaking, Curls is an expert – he’s scheduling partial deliveries just to keep me motivated…Aussie diversions…did I tell you, Curls? Locked with infinite Love… Lost in you… Ach so…so Curls is the author of the collage intermezzo…infinite laughs…I’m still trying to decode the camel thing…I love you… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 1 pm, with the good night lilies…until then…I’m invading your fridge in R2 with crazy florals… I’m imagining how this kind of dialogue would look like “in vivo” when at every question your answer is ‘Our hibiscus’…and my riposte will eventually be a lily on his head followed by vampire tulips… A bunch of images popped up in the middle of the affichage…was it you, Curls? Vampire tulips, forced landing…collapse… I don’t have any other relevant photo…what can I do, Curls? Any suggestion, my most beloved and curled? Mine…the infantile version… My incredibly beautiful Aussie…deep intrusion, immersion in the deep aquamarine silence…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…down on the Trumpets Road…detour on the tender sides, slipping on the hips…fall in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing, The Great Capture…lily prison…The Pulse…fire… F2F…Curls has stuck out his nose for a little while to sing three sad songs and now he’s back in his fridge…he must not be distressed…infinite Love… Lily-storm on the premier plan, up on His Great Impertinence… They don’t understand that it’s bank holiday in Hungary…I’m out-of-office…hold me and lily me a little bit…I got nervous… I”m sorry, my Love…I was interrupted by an Egg… Promenade with trumpets and bells…up on the line of candor…transversing The Path…down on the other line of candor…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…up on The Great Sweetness, peony-cuddle…The Pulse…vampire tulips…fire…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… A lily on his head to underline… This ‘Months’ was ‘Days’ before…the evolution of the involution… ‘Mine’…in months? HHHow many months, you, most beloved and curled? AKA Zweistein? E.g.: the post with the camel…why did you come up with it? Why now? Kisses on the neck…all off…slipping on the Trumpets Road…all of him…lost in you… Why is my Love smiling? I like when you smile, you, most beloved and curled, but sometimes I feel you make fun of me… Lily-love…infinite ecstasy… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…the remedy…can you breathe, my Love? His Impertinence…lost What have I just “said”, Curls? No festivals… Don’t stress, rest, have fun, take care of yourself, my Love…I hold you, I love you… Infinite desire…lost underneath… Deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…lily-round on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness, lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…forced landing… Curls is nervous…come here…kisses on the hips, donw on the lines of candor…celestial perspective…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…infinite sweetness…The Pulse…emergency turn…collapse Now that I’ve been late, I cannot expect not even the shadow of a conversation…right, Curls? How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? My love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooorry, yesterday I didn’t publish the post with the timeline…and if had I would have been 1 hour late…cause I didn’t hear the alarm…