Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Why, Curls? Are they? It’s the same longing and craving, just interrupted by distractions… Home The One I love…incredibly beautiful, curled and impertinent I have to go, my Love…good-night tulips…explosion Curls…what did I just “said”? The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… He knows his way…kisses and fire Lost in your arms… Fire I have to go, my Love…infinite longing…and you should sleep…it’s late in your world…tight hug, slipping, landing…let’s sleep… Hunger All off, all of you, all of him…hold the board, my Love…vampire tulips…fire…collapse in the sand… Lost underneath…The Path on the path, His Sweetness on his way…jail time…infinite ecstasy… Heaven…kisses on The Path, down to the border…a lily on his head…peony-cuddle, hungry tulips…collapse…lost underneath… Curls…you are supposed to sleep now…and I am supposed to powerpoint…our nights, our days…infinite longing…my beautiful, curled, tormented Aussie…tight hug, arch-cuddle…emergency turn…octopus-love, vampire tulips…forced landing…fire… Direct message: I love you… Deep intrusion…octopus-love…vampire tulips…turning the Aussie…lost underneath…always I have to work…infinite ecstasy… Dolphin no. 2: direct message: you know what, Curls… It’s bed time for Curls and I have to go, my Love…powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 4 pm…counting 7 hrs of sleep for my sweet Aussie…until then…immersion in you Doooon’t cry, my Love…you break my heart… Is there a logical connection between the Big Scandal and ‘The ring’, my Love? I knowww…Big Scandal…lost in sweetness…trumpets on the Lilies Road…descending with lilies and bells…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…collapse…emergency turn… Hold me a little bit…your arms, your breath…the Path on the hills…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… Gold and deep aquamarine…deep intrusion, kisses on the neck…slipping… All off…seizing the Hills…HHHow is the Little Soul? A lily on his head…tulip-capture…all of you, all of him…infinite desire…silent turn… I’m back, my Love…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road, trumpets on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the Hips…Big Scandal in heaven…turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…turning the aussie again…lost underneath…fire… Gimme 10 min, my Love… Lost underneath…sweeeeeet weight…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breath, your comments…His Sweetness on his way … Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…I love you Lilied and locked with infinite love… I have to go, my Love…rain of Love… OOOh, my Love…what is in that curled mind of yours? When, how, where? Whooee-Whooee is ready…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets…up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on Curls…fire… The One I love is commenting…again… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’l eat the Aussie… The Great Sweetness was implied, Curls… Tight hug…slipping, landing…lost… Sweeeeet Folía, infinite happiness…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Lot of suffering at the front door…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…and provocations…my most beloved and curled and the direct communication… Curls is ready…Lilies on the Gems, down on the Trumpets Road, slipping on the Lilies Road, down on the lines on candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…infinite sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you Sweeeeet weight…The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy…The Pulse…lily-cuddles…lost Sweeeeet Folía AAAhhh, a new version of ‘Snorkeling’…come here, Curls…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips, kisses on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite desire…lost underneath…His Sweetness on his way…fire What is this, Curls? ‘Do you want to have any kind of direct communication with me at all?’ and ‘His Honour couldn’t miss the opportunity…’… Gold and aquamarine…HHHow can you be so beautiful and curled, my Love? Kisses on the neck…fall in heaven… You, most beautiful and complicated…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines, down on the Trumpets Road…descending…all of him Lot of provocations…visit you once a month? Where, Curls? LA – first to the right? The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Oh Buoy…lot of coded messages at the front door…deep intrusion…arranging those curls… OOOH…lost in you…hold the board, my Love…all off, seizing the Hills…eating the Aussie…all of him… Infinite cuddle… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere