Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html It burns… Attack with trumpets and big bells… I knowww, my Love…hot nothingness… Contact…on the reflection point…ecstasy… At least I know Curls is still in NZ…WWWhen do you go back to LA, my Love? Instead…do you have any plans, my Love? 3 festivals in one affichage…Curls… In the silver glow… The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills…love-squeeze…The Great Intrusion…The Pulse, lily-cuddles…collapse… Lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…kisses on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…detour on the Lilies Road…fall into heaven…seizing The Great Sweetness…lily fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…silent turn…infinite ecstasy… Come here, you, most beloved and curled… WWWhen will you take me to The Ocean, Curls? The poetry of the day is only a bathtub, my Love… All of you, all of him… Promenade with trumpets and bells…seizing His Sweetness, lily-storm, hungry tulips…hot hardness…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can your breathe, my Love? Contact…up on the thighs to heaven My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Loving you I have to go, my Love…oppression and kisses all over To the Ocean, Curls! Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills, holding The Great Sweetness…lily-love, hungry tulips…infinite desire…hot velvet, hot hardness…silent turn…lost in you And he’s hiding…The Pulse… lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy…lost in you Slipping on the Hills with trumpets and big bells…bites and love-squeeze…detour to the front…tulip-capture… fire…collapse in the sand… Loving you… 6 hrs, Curls…I love you The One I love It’s bedtime for Curls and I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…dream rides… I knowww, my Love… Contact…where to start? My beautiful Curls… Why, you, most beloved and curled? I should make the festival…one at every 2 posts…kisses on the thighs, up to heaven…hugging The Path…hungry tulips…aqua dream… Waiting… All off Run, Curls… And Apple-Cheeks is writing the menu… Millie, molly and Curls… almost white flat…infinite ecstasy…The Great Intrusion…lost Then let’s exercise, Curls…slipping…tulip-capture…silent turn…lost Contact…arranging those curls and that collar…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Come here, my Love…seizing the Hills, peony-love, detour on the hips, down on the lines of candor, kisses on the thighs up to the sweets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…lost beneath… My most beloved…HHHow many festivals/ affichage? What’s the problem? Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Only if it’s min 26C, Curls…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry…the Bermuda Decagon… Infinite desire…kisses The One I love Curls…how am I going to pack in these conditions? I knowww, my Love…infinite sorrow… I have to go, my most beloved and curled…lot of packing and daily operations again…I’ll be back at 1 pm to check on Curls…until then…I’ll be contemplating my beautiful Aussie…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Attack with trumpets and bells and loving bites On the reflection point, holding The Great Sweetness… Home