Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Lilied and locked Curls… Lost underneath…kisses WWWhat can I do, my Love? Dooooon’t cry, my Love…I’m here / there…always… I love you…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Okaaay, then hold me a little bit… Kisses and love-squeeze Come here… What can I do, Curls? My lonely Love… OOOh, my Love…I have to go…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…with kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Hills…turning the Aussie…oppressing the Aussie…lost What’s the problem, you, most beloved and curled? Tight hug, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Then hold the board, Curls…all off, all of him…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… Different angle? I don’t know what is the right position, Curls… No? Okaaay… I’m good. Why, Curls? Okaaay…and The Great Intrusion… Lily-fondles, peony-cuddle…hungry tulips…infinite Love… The One I love Lost… Slipping on that line of candor…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…lily-fondle, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…lost underneath…arch-cuddle, The Great Intrusion…fire… Okaaay, then it’s online ‘Ah, Ah’…at default speed OOOh…right…only if we marry… A subtle suggestion… Loving Curls…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs, lily-storm on the sweets…vampire tulips, the Pulse…fire…emergency turn…lost The fast moving Aussie citizen… Okaaay… I’m not here Nooo title Don’t know… My Love…I am not a writing machine…I have to think… Heaven…rain of trumpets on The path…seizing the Hills…lily-love, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy…silent turn…The Great Intrusion…lost The evidence Why is my Love angry? I’m good… What is in that curled mind of yours, my Love? Deep intrusion, immersion in your eyes…slipping with trumpets and bells into heaven…Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…infinite desire…turning the aussie, lost underneath… Why, my Love? Change of hypothesis? We assumed Whooee-Whooee is a tomcat…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…a trumpet in the middle…forced landing…lost OOOh, he was trumpeting… What was my Love doing? His heart, his soul? Kisses on the arms up on the swan lines…arranging the curls…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… My love, I’m heeeeeeere The One I love Sweeeeet Folía All of you, all of him…infinite Love…hold the board, Curls… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…I’ll be hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… Doooon’t cry, my Love…what can I do? Curls posted the sweeeeet shadow photo at the back door…infinite smile…hugging the whole sweet Aussie…slipping…celestial perspective…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire…lost underneath… Curls…pijama is mine… Home