Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Shhhhh…kisses again The One I love I feel and hear the noir, Curls… OOOh, my Love…closed until 8 pm It’s bed time for Curls…good night kisses…I’ll be back at 8 pm, my Love Dooon’t “snorkel” me, my Love…it’s hard… My most beloved and curled…I came to lily the aussie quickly cause I can’t stay now…I’m soooooorry… The One I love…kisses all over… I’ll start…with lilies and loving bites… I have to go, my Love…there is a lot of nervosity around me…I’ll be back at 12 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Valley…on the reflection point… You keep spinning the molly, Curls… Yeah…I write, you click, my Love…in our circadian folly… Don’t play mean, Curls… OOOH, my Love…the Gemini corridor is sooo long…HHHow can we meet? What’s in that curled mind of yours, my Love? Kisses on the hips, down on the thighs…detour on the Hills…love-squeeze… All off…kisses on the Gems, down on the Trumpets Road…one in the middle, two on the hips…seizing the sweet, impertinent Hills…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road…up on his Sweetness…hungry tulips…hot hardness…silent turn…fire… You need to revisit that relativity formula, Curls… Sweeeet weight…arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…jail time Your voice, your breath…infinite desire Celestial perspective…holding The Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn…lost in you I slept, my Love…turbulent sleep as most of the times…hot nothingness… How, what, when, my Love? Contact…rain of Love…kisses on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up to heaven…lily-love, tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… How is/ was your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? WWWhere is my Curls? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere The One I love Kisses, you, most beloved and curled… Infinite desire…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…sweeeet weight… My impertinent Aussie…All off…kisses on the Bells Road…down on the Dimples and Hills…trumpets and loving bites…detour to the front…vampire tulips…fire…lost in the sand… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…nocturnal exercises… Immersion in your eyes…what will Curls do today? Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…down on the hips, immersion in the Valley…kisses on the thighs, up to the sweets…lily-love, tulip-capture…hot hardness…turning the Aussie…lost underneath…infinite ecstasy… Too much ‘talking’…lilies on the Gems…fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm, tulip-capture…The Pulse…lost underneath…your work, Curls…I’m tired…The Great Intrusion…lost Compare that with Wizz Air, which fired a flight attendant for eating one of those plastic sandwiches. She sued them and won… OOOH, my Love…my back…3 hours in a Wizzair plane…No generosity, no consideration for passengers’ comfort. There was (and I hope there still is) a Hungarian company flying Budapest–Cluj with those tiny, mosquito-sized Brazilian planes, 33 seats in all. Same price, sometimes even cheaper, but it’s not about the price, it’s about attitude. No tricks with extra legroom or XL seats. Those small planes were more comfortable, and drinks and snacks were included in the fare. Hold me a little bit, my Love…His Sweetness knows his way…your thighs, your hips…your hands don’t know where…infinite desire… The Buoy…what is in his curled mind? Kisses on that lines of candor…heaven…up on the Lilies Road, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…down on the lines of candor…fall in heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…lost in you…The pulse…collapse My nights are full of you in all positions…submersion under the towel praetexta…hugging the thighs, peony-love on the Dimples and Hills…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…fire…lost underneath… Have you had any sleep, my Love? At least 5 hours? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tired Aussie… Curls posted his photo at the back door…infinite smile…you, most beloved and sad… I was on the plane, Curls and I lost connection with the Earth… My Love, I’m finally home…missing you and missing the sea… I can’t write fast on mobile, Curls…seizing the Hills, tulip-capture…fire…silent turn… My most beloved…you are awake at this hour…hugging the whole sweet, curled, exhausted Aussie…slipping seizing all the sweets…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… And an impertinent molly offered to change seats…a decisive No. There are numerological, astrological, geophysical reasons and restroom related resons I choose my seat… My most beloved, Apple-Cheeks is onboarded, after a lot of suffering… I’ll be back when Apple-Cheeks is onboarded… I knowww, my Love…car sick… Home