Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Don’t ‘movie’ me, Curls…or make it in person… I love you I have to go, Curls…the VP molly is crazy…the operation ‘Trojan horse’ is now the Trojan bull…now she wants to change the whole “operating model” which means three factories – two in Germany, one in Italy…not thinking about the work councils… OOOh, my Love… Peony-love on the tender sides, down on the hips, detour on the divine curves…back to the front…ecstasy on the Lilies Road…His Sweetness…vampire tulips…silent turn…hot hardness…fire… The heat of the Lilies Road on the path…your thighs…your hips…seizing the Hills…the captive Pulse…infinite ecstasy… Your breath, the touch of your skin… Infinite longing I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11:30 am for the good night lilies…until then…dreaming of you I miss you, stubborn Curls…I miss your voice, that accent, your eyes…your thighs…The Culprits…our hibiscus… Arch-cuddle, seizing the Culprits…infinite desire…your thighs, your hips…The Path on the path…the captive Pulse…fire… Fight Your thighs, your hips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…seizing the Culprits…infinite ecstasy…immersion in your eyes… Dirty grey invite… Kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…arch-cuddle…deep intrusion…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses… Curls is a stoic species…you’ve been nursing that pain for 2 yrs now, my Love… On the promenade…lily-love in the Bazaar…found The Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…infinite desire… Another grey day? Little Curls knew how to paint the days… How was/ is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Tight hug, deep intrusion… The One I love…kisses all over My incredibly sweet Aussie is complaining…again…lily-storm My Love, I’m heeeeeeere I’m sleeeeeeeepy, I fall on the treasure, Curls… What can I do, my Love? WWWhy, my Love? Loving you…octopus-hug…slipping, landing…lost… Ach so…only Curls is allowed to complain…deep intrusion…arranging the golden curls…kisses on the neck…slipping… A few hours, my Love…should I start complaining too, Zweistein? Infinite beauty… I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…dreaming of you coming to me… Hot whispers…almost feelings of the Culprits, your thighs, His Sweetness…infinite desire… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I had to run again from gate to gate, up and down and with the airport train…and I had to shuffle back and forth through an endless queue at security… everything off, everything out… terrible You know the address, Curls…so no excuses anymore… You, most beloved…when will you come to Budapest? You travel all over the place but you never come to see me… Swimming up with trumpets and big bells…infinite sweetness…detour to the front…vampire tulips…collapse… emergency turn…fire… And yet you keep hiding, my Love… But there are soooo many things to talk about, my Love… True, we can’t discuss The Great Intrusion… Infinite desire…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness captive…The Pulse…lost in you I am sorry, my Love…so you were waiting for me…why didn’t you call me to complain? To hear your voice… Have you had any sleep, you, most beautiful and curled? How is your morning, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Kisses on The Path, down on the lines of candor…hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost…silent turn… Complain to the pilot, Curls…lilies on the Gems… Apple-Cheeks has landed, my Love… Contact, forever… I have to go, my Love…the heat of the Lilies Road on the path…hot hardness…fire They are trying hard to catch the felines…I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11 pm… Hugging the thighs, kisses up to the lines of candor, detour on His Sweetness…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy… silent turn… Infinite laughs…Curls agrees…you, most beautiful…attack… OOOh, my Love…I wish all the imbeciles who regulate the angle of the banana curve, to regulate themselves Home