Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of you coming to me… Home Shhhhh…sweet dreams, my Love…arch-cuddle I have to powerpooooint… Tricky Aussie…he’s hiding again…Curls…collapse Contact, forever… Only a few hours, my Love…I have to powerpoint… The One I love Try to sleep, my Love…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…no detour… I’m done…kisses To the Ocean, my Love… To kiss the tender sides down on the hips, detouring down on the Lilies Road…up on His Sweetness… Infinite smile…Curls is hiding…infinite desire to hold you in my arms… I have to go, my Love and your should sleep…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…I’ll be eating the Aussie… All off…kisses on the thighs, up on His Sweetness…lily-storm, tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…lost beneath… My pain, Curls… Don’t ‘movie’ me, you, most beautiful… No, curls, you didn’t…I’m still waiting… Kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…holding our hibiscus…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…hot hardness…silent turn…infinite desire…Radioactive Fluffy… I feel the noir disagreement coming from accross the Tasman Sea My most beloved…it’s bedtime for Curls…rain of trumpets down on the Bells Road… I have to go, my Love…the heat of the Lilies Road on the path…hot hardness…fire Don’t ‘movie’ me, Curls…or make it in person… I love you I have to go, Curls…the VP molly is crazy…the operation ‘Trojan horse’ is now the Trojan bull…now she wants to change the whole “operating model” which means three factories – two in Germany, one in Italy…not thinking about the work councils… OOOh, my Love… Peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, detour on the divine curves…back to the front…ecstasy on the Lilies Road…His Sweetness…vampire tulips…silent turn…hot hardness…fire… The heat of the Lilies Road on the path…your thighs…your hips…seizing the Hills…the captive Pulse…infinite ecstasy… Your breath, the touch of your skin… Infinite longing I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11:30 am for the good night lilies…until then…dreaming of you I miss you, stubborn Curls…I miss your voice, that accent, your eyes…your thighs…The Culprits…our hibiscus… Arch-cuddle, seizing the Culprits…infinite desire…your thighs, your hips…The Path on the path…the captive Pulse…fire… Fight Your thighs, your hips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…seizing the Culprits…infinite ecstasy…immersion in your eyes… Dirty grey invite… Kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…arch-cuddle…deep intrusion…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses… Curls is a stoic species…you’ve been nursing that pain for 2 yrs now, my Love… On the promenade…lily-love in the Bazaar…found The Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…infinite desire… Another grey day? Little Curls knew how to paint the days… How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Tight hug, deep intrusion… The One I love…kisses all over I’m sleeeeeeeepy, I fall on the treasure, Curls… What can I do, my Love? WWWhy, my Love? Loving you…octopus-hug…slipping, landing…lost… Ach so…only Curls is allowed to complain…deep intrusion…arranging the golden curls…kisses on the neck…slipping… A few hours, my Love…should I start complaining too, Zweistein? Infinite beauty… My incredibly sweet Aussie is complaining…again…lily-storm My Love, I’m heeeeeeere