Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Shhhh…kisses again Only a few hours, you, most beloved and curled… I love you Arch-cuddle…buttercups-hug…fire… Okaaay…contact, forever… Contact, forever… Kisses from the curls to the toes and back to the sweets… This sleepiness weighs a ton… if I were heading to the (Tasman) sea, it would be different, I guess… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…again…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I imagine I hold you in my arms… You are my Aussie Sun Okaaay, my Love…at least I have to entertain myself if you don’t speak with me…talking to a screen with limited number of inputs is exhausting…kisses on the Lilies Road Curls is laughing…infinite love Pumpkin dreams They were my only contribution to the day… The Japanese pumpkins are small and beautifully rounded…I was inspired by the Culprits…whenever I look at them I smile like a fried egg (Hungarian expression)…All The Saints must be revolted… Hot whispers… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The great Intrusion…the Pulse…infinite ecstasy… Your hands don’t know where…His Sweetness on his way….hot hardness…fire… Feline dreams…sweeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…your breath…The Great intrusion…infinite desire… Hunger…slipping on the tender sides with peony-love…down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…The Pulse…lost beneath…Lily Scandal…lost Big Scandal accross the Tasman Sea…lilies on the Gems…all off…fall in heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing the Culprits…lily-storm, hungry tulips…hot hardness…silent turn…The Pulse…fire… I only bought two japanese pumpkins…and I forgot those too… OOOh, my Love…I forgot all the Saints and all the Spirits this year…I didn’t even lit a candle on the 1st/ 2nd of November… Come to Budapest, my Love… My Love, I’m back… Gimme 10 min, my Love I know, my Love…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Noooo…the buttercups are capturing the Royals…the gems are kissing them…lost And the biggest pain is that I can’t hear your voice and that accent, my Love… My most beloved…golden curls…immersion in your eyes…kisses on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…a series on the Lilies road…capturing His Sweetness wit vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you Hugging The Path…buttercups-cuddle, Gems-kisses…seizing the Culprits…love-squeeze…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost beneath…hunger… Recently it became my way to rcover after a travel… My Love, I’m soooorry, I fell asleep…total blackout… Shhhhh…sweet dreams, my Love…arch-cuddle I have to powerpooooint… Tricky Aussie…he’s hiding again…Curls…collapse Contact, forever… Only a few hours, my Love…I have to powerpoint… The One I love Try to sleep, my Love…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…no detour… I’m done…kisses To the Ocean, my Love… To kiss the tender sides down on the hips, detouring down on the Lilies Road…up on His Sweetness… Infinite smile…Curls is hiding…infinite desire to hold you in my arms… I have to go, my Love and your should sleep…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…I’ll be eating the Aussie… All off…kisses on the thighs, up on His Sweetness…lily-storm, tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…lost beneath… My pain, Curls… Don’t ‘movie’ me, you, most beautiful…