Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My stubborn Aussie…kisses all over… Curls, do you really need that ‘Ready!’ at every 2 min? No, it’s Love, Curls, disguised in Folía… I go back to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll talk to you in my head…and trumpet you all over… One Kisses on the neck…all off… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hills…His Sweetness on his way…lost It was ‘Days’, Curls…my Sweet Aussie and the theory of realtivity…Zweistein… Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping…hugging the thighs, lily-fondles on the sweets…vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost Lily-storm… Hold me a little bit, my Love…I am sooo tired… All off, a trumpet in the middle… What does that ‘Ready!’ mean exactly, my Love? Sweeeet shadow…bells on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…fire Folía it is, my Love… What is my Aussie doing now? Curls, I’m heeeeeeeeere Kisses on the Hills, bites on the Hills…I love you No festivals, exposés neither, Curls…I love you irremediably…whose fault is…you know what…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Ready to sleep, my Love? Because I go back to bed…I am out of order for today…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then sweet Aussie should sleep, any I’ll be exploring the Valley… Kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…buttercups-hug…lost on you Eating the Aussie…all of him…fire…lost underneath… This exposé of yours, my Love…is it an expression of empathy? Tormented it was, my Love…the air conditioning in the plane arranged me for the night and the days to come, it seems…my head, eyes, throat…pain all over…I couldn’t breath, I woke up, tried to cure myself, went back to bed, and so on, several times… A trumpet in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…fire… The back door edition of the Sweet Aussie Daily News is shrinking, my Love…and at the front door I only get 3-4 vars…lately mostly the ‘Ready!’…generous Aussie… My sweet Curls is impatient…come here…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs…seizing the Hills…lily-fondles on the sweets…hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…fire.. Hugging my whole sweet Aussie…how was your day, my Love? You heart, your soul? Kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…infinite longing My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Home Kisses Kisses on the arms, down on the hands… Tormented they are, my Love…thighs and hills and other prominences and almost feelings… Oppressing The Original…deep intrusion, infinite Love, forced landing… The repeat offender and Great Scandalous Sweetness is locked for the night… I go to bed, my Love…I’m exhausted, my right eye is red and swollen, I am coughing like a donkey and sneezing like …I don’t find an analogy…I’ll be back at 9 am…until then…I hold you, I love you… Down on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…seizing the Hills…fire…I love you Still philosophizing on what does it mean to be together if we are not together, Curls? And you, my Love? Folía it is, my Love…the new suitcase, it turned on the band 5 or 6 times – I didn’t recognize it…I was about to claim it…when I finally realized that is mine… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeeere Locking The Great Sweetness, they want to onboard me…I’ll be back after midnight, my Love…deep intrusion… Loving you…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…sweets and scandal…infinite ecstasy…lily fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse… fire… Control Tower: who’s submersing first? Lot of whales, Curls… Apple-Cheeks was inspected (f-em them all), waiting for onboarding…coughing and sneezing… what a misery, my Love… I go to the bus station, my love…I’ll write from Munich…kisses Okaaay…kisses on the hips…tulip-love…The Pulse…fire No My beautiful Aussie…gold and deep aquamarine…