Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you Home I have to go, my Love…before I get ashamed again…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…lost on you… La Folía… Lost underneath… The upper lip, the lower lip…deep intrusion…did I tell you? Fire… Curious again: would you post a song for each festival I make, my Love? Not that I’m planning anything… Ashamed Arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Of course, now it’s time to blame the supplements again…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…lost And how am I supposed to take The Great Sweetness seriously? The “problem” with this image, my Love, is that it makes me laugh…inevitably Sweet Aussie prefers The Original position… Turning the Aussie…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you I love you, sweet, stubborn Aussie…Lost on The Path, hugging the thighs…tulip-capture…fire Curious: could my Love also talk to me, not only sing? My most beloved, that’s all you can “say”? Have you had any sleep? Deep intrusion…arranging those curls…oppression… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, Eggs and Powerpoint… Back hug, good night kisses on the swan lines, good night arch-cuddle…fire in the night… I have to go, my Love…another Powerpoint day…and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…infinite longing…with your voice in my heart… Infinite Love Curls is multitasking… Need to do a cleanup in The Library Infinite ecstasy Fire In the Valley…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…found the treasure and the secret road…Big Scandal…vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…The Pulse…lily prison…lost on you… It seems this is another 2-vars day, my Love… I’m sleeeepy, my Love…and I developed a cold – it’s business travel detox. I cured myself at the Széchenyi Baths with the sauna and chamomile steam, but I still feel weak…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be listening to your songs in my mind while promenading in the Valley… Lily-love, peony-cuddle…immersion in your eyes… Promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles on the treasure and the secret road…up on his Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison, The Pulse…lily-cuddles…infinite desire… You, most beloved, I would ask how was your day, how is your heart, your soul – but I guess I only get ‘Our hibiscus’… Error 429, my Love…kisses As I just “said” my Love…The Great Sweetness is imprisoned… Love and prison in the Focus Booth Under the toga praetexta…tulip-capture…full I love you Eating the Aussie…infinite ecstasy… The upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between… My most beloved, I probably can’t finish my story today…so I’m slipping under the sheets…deep intrusion, tight hug, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-cuddles…lost again… Hold the board, my Love…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…sweets and scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…fire… I know, my Love…I’m neglecting the sweet Aussie…I’m writing a long story for you…slipping under the toga praetexta…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…vampire tulips… Deep intrusion, arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… But you just sing about…OOOh, my Love…lost on you…it burns… I’m here, my Love…I was writing, thinking of you…firewings…come, Curls…. What is Curls doing now? Down on the Lilies Road, detour on the lines of candor…seizing the Hills, lily fondles, tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…immersion in you Sweet Aussie is not in the “talking” mood…a trumpet in the middle, kisses on the Lilies Road, detour on the lines of candor…seizing all the sweets…vampire tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn… Oppression, slipping…hugging the thighs, kisses on The path, trumpets on the hips…fall in the Bazaar…infinite ecstasy…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…peony-cuddle…fire…forced landing…lost on you… Kisses on the neck, down… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere