Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses from the curls to the toes and back under the leaf…hold the board, my Love… On the Hills Octopus-hug, seizing the Hills…vampire tulips… The One I love I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love and slowwww…I’ll be back at 7 am…until then…promenade on the Bells Road down on the Dimples, up on the hills…detour to the front…tulip-capture…forced landing…fire… You, most beloved and impertinent…kisses on the swan lines down on the Bells Road, rain of trumpets on the Dimples and hills, round tour to the front…infinite ecstasy…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost in teh sand… I am trying hard to decipher Curls’ code at the back door to realize that his having fun… With the treasure and the secret road…up on His Sweetness with lily-fondles and vampire tulips…forced landing…collapse… And the ‘Why?’? What why, my Love? AAAhhh…it is part of the ‘Curls is having fun’ series… Curls…what is that ‘You can call me…’ with the exposé? All off…kisses on the Trumpets Road, down on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…bells on the lines of candor…detour on the treasure and the secret road…up on His sweetness with lily-fondles and hungry tulips…The Pulse…hot hardness…emergency turn…fire… Contact…hold me a little bit, my Love…His Sweetness knows his way…your thighs, your hips…lost underneath… Shhhh…no reaction… The cicadas are so loud I can’t hear my thoughts… Doooon’t be sad, my Love…I’m here/ there… What is my Love doing now? Immersion in your eyes…arranging the golden curls…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips…Bells on the lines of candor, slipping on the thighs…submersion in the Bazaar…lily-love on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you… Sweeeet weight…The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…hot hardness…infinite ecstasy…lost Curls is playing mean again…why, my Love? I miss you too, my Love…have you had any sleep? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… No. Pyjama is mine… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere The One I love It’s bedtime for Curls, and I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…aquamarine dreams… Me too… Okaaay…The Great Climb-ing…Big Scandal, lily prison…jail time… Only I have to work…oppressed Gemini… I forgot to squeeze the Hills… With a wink and a lily on his head, followed by loooong lily-fondles and closing with vamire tulips…hot hardness…fire…infinite ecstasy… Curls and the gravity… Thinking That’s what I keep saying, Curls… Lilying every inch of the Hills…detour on the hips…fall on the lines of candor…tulip-capture…hot hardness… fire WWWhen? Sweeeet weight… Don’t scream, don’t panic, Curls…it’s just our default cinversation… Where, when, my Love? It rained every morning/ night in the last 4 days… but during the day I bathed in bright sunshine…at 24-25C…and the sea it’s still 26C…and my Love is not here… Infinite Love…kisses on the tender sides, trumpets on the hips…slipping on the the thighs… One more comment and you go to bed, Curls…hugging the whole, sweet, impertinent Aussie… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…todaaaay, the waves are small…my size… I miss you too, my Love…kisses all over Loving you…seizing the Hills…love-squeeze… immersion in the Valley…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire… The One I love… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12-1 pm – earlier if I can, assuming that Curls is in NZ…and he has to go to bed…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses Hugging the whole sweet, curled, upset Aussie…what can I do, my Love? While showing me the Hills, Curls? And what are you saying? Infinite ecstasy…peony-cuddle…lily-love, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…The Great Intrusion…collapse Promenade with trumpets and bells up to heaven…immersion in the Valley…infinite desire…lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Pulse…infinite sweetness…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? Home