Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Loving you… My love…I’ll write from the hotel, at around midnight…I am sleeeepy…kisses all over Forced landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire Infinite ecstasy…AAAnd The Scandalous Sweetness? I ran the whole day, Curls… I’m sleeeepy, my Love…self-service Finally a smile, Curls… Immersion in your eyes, fall on The Path…loving you…all of you, all of him I just want to hug you, Curls…I know His Sweetness is en garde, we put him in the Focus Booth… My tormented Love… Big scandal, sweet scandal…peony-cuddles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing… I know I’m slow, my Love…i can’t type fast on the mobile…TFS is out of service…kisses on the thighs, tulip-capture…lost underneath… You don’t “tell” me how you really struggle, my Love… More of the remedy…it breaks my heart when I see you like this, my Love… Switching to iPhone, ran out of battery…upper lip, lower lip…lost in between…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…the remedy… Curls is impatient…I am on the laptop, hopefully nobody is watching my screen…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…lily-fondles, tulip-love…fire My most beloved, finally on the bus…the Lufthansa bus to Nuremberg…I wanted to get out of the tin can, hence the bus… I know, my Love…back hug, kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…infinite Love At the airport, my Love? My Love, 1 hr delay, waiting for the baggage in Munich… I love you…kisses on the arms… Perfect timing, Curls…I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at around 7 pm…kisses all over All of you, all of him…lily-cuddles…fire Slipping…tight hug, deep intrusion…arch-cuddle Heading to the airport and missing you… Closed until 7 pm…I love you I know, my Love… To go to bed, Curls…good night kisses I love you It was ‘Days’, my Love…the theory of relativity as per Curls I have to go, my Love…back hug, kisses on the swan lines…I hold you, I love you…try to sleep…infinite longing… Curls is ready…Big Scandal..lily rounds on the treasure and the secret road…up on The Scandalous Sweetness…vampire tulips…The Pulse..arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on Curls…fire Purring on the premier plan… Lily-storm, oppression…forced landing… No more festivals, Curls…tight hug, infinite cuddle…try to sleep, my Love… I have to go, my Love, and your should sleep…I’ll be back at around 7 pm from Munich…until then…lost in your eyes, lost in the Valley… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…arranging those curls…kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…lilies on the Gems…a trumpet in the middle, detour on the hips…slipping on the Lilies Road, peony-love…seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles on His sweetness, tulip-capture…forced landing…fire Locked Infinite desire and hot nothingness… All of you, all of him…vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn For TFS call me, my Love… My Love…I would kindly remind you that this is not a sport race… It seems there is another part Curls wants me to…lily-fondles… Your hands… No poetry, no conversation, Curls is impatient…come here…pretext off, hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…hungry tulips…infinite desire…The Pulse…lost underneath, your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lily prison…lost in you Gold and deep aquamarine… Flow of ecstasy… Lost in your beauty…click to reshuffle the fire… Seizing the Hills, kisses on the thighs…up on the lines of candor…up on His Sweetness…peony-cuddles, lily-love, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… Home