Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Switching to conservative negligée…kisses All of you, Curls… You most beloved…I go to bed again…I woke up because of the coughing…tomorrow I go swimming…I don’t care…it will be 39C…Claude said that I can swim but I shouldn’t immerse…infinite laughs… Infinite ecstasy and hot nothingness… All of you, all of him…don’t shoot Peony-love on the curls, down on the Gems, slipping on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road, seizing the sweets…infinite sweetness…forced landing…lost on you… All of him, all of you… Slipping in heaven on the lines of candor…hunger and fire It burns… Your voice… Listening to your song and watching the whale exposés… Sweeeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire…wish me sweet dreams and hot nothingenss, my Love… His Sweetness is locked for the night… Infinite Love My empathic Curls…lily-storm – Bobby style I’m sleeeeepy, my Love and exhausted by this cold and the antibiotics cure…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…infinite cuddle… Sweeeet Folía…I can’t give up on it, Curls… Back hug, kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…all of him…infinite ecstasy…forced landing…lost on you The Great Sweetness is suffering…lily-fondles, peony-cuddles…vampire tulips…hot velvet, sweeeet hardness…The Pulse…emergency turn…fire… All of you No more sad songs…Balkanic joie de vivre… I know who are you, my Love…I knew before I knew…the deep, focused, silent aquamarine A trumpet in the middle, kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…lily-love on the thighs, up to the sweets, up on His Sweetness…crazy tulips…all of him, all of you…fire I’m comin’…just resting a little bit… Our nights, our days… I’m slowwww, my Love… Kisses on the arms, down/up on the hands…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…lost on you What is my Love doing nowadays? Working, surfing, singing – obviously, fooling around – not so obvious but deductable? Lilies on the Gems, slipping in heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road, a lily on his head…hungry tulips…lost underneath… Exposé with Curls…don’t shoot, I ran out of metaphors… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Curls in the wind… All of you, all of him… Folía on the lines of candor… Sweeeet weight… Hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips…, a trumpet in the middle…lily-storm in the Bazaar…hungry tulips…all of him…lost in you My sweet Aussie…I’m heeeeeeere, and you are there and I can’t squeeeeeeze you… All of him, all of you Self-service…kisses, again… I can’t work in this position, my Love… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you I have to go, my Love…interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hold me in those beautiful arms…lost Lost…WWWhere, WWWhen? WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Tulip-capture…fire Infinite ecstasy, hot nothingness… “Deus”…I’m done…buttercups-hug…his Highness, The Nose Peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…hunger…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Come here, you, most beloved…vampire tulips…all of him, all of you…lost Your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… Okaaaay, Zweistein…months…kisses on those arms…lost I’m sooooorry, my Love…technical issues…had to restart the laptop…