Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html What diversion is this, Curls? Apparently I have to work today…lost underneath… Folía it is, Curls…lost in your beauty…the upper lip, the lower lip…The Ouroboros… OOOh, my Love…I have to go…hugging the whole tormented Aussie…buttercups-hug… Locked for the night… Folía it is, my Love…and fire Our sweet Folía… My most beloved…I have to go, today is Powerpoint day…don’t know how I’ll get through it…and I have a meeting with The Egg at 5pm…I’ll be back at 4pm to lily the Aussie…OOOh, you, most beloved…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… My Love…kisses on the neck…all off Loving Curls…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping…immersion in sweets and scandal…eating the Aussie…fire Infinite ecstasy…sweeeeet weight… Ecstasy on the Lilies Road, down in the Bazaar…tulip-capture…fire… All of him, all of you… Toppling of the regime…lost underneath… Curls under dictatorial regime… All off, peony-love on the tender sides…celestial perspective…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…detour to the sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…lost in you… Lost underneath…sweeeet weight… Loving the Aussie…all off…kisses on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…lost…turning the Aussie…sweets and Scandal…lost again…lily-fondles, crazy tulips…forced landing…fire Deep intrusion, immersion in the deep aquamarine…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… How was your day, my Love? I spent my night coughing, in between in the Valley, with ocassional visits to the Bazaar… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere I have to go, my Love…my coughing sounds like a donkey in despair…and it’s exhausting me…also half of my head is aching…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be in the Valley, up to the Bazaar… Curls is multitasking… Hungry tulips…fire Lily-storm The sweetness of your being…I like when you complain…’Months’… Lost underneath… Celestial perspective…seizing the Hills, kisses on the hips…hugging the thighs…lily-storm on the sweets, tulip-capture…hot hardness…fire Folía it is, Curls…can’t breath and no fish… In heaven…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…seizing the Hills… Hugging the whole sweet Aussie…caressing those curls…kisses on the neck…all off…peony-love and trumpets on the Dimples and Hills…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…sweets and scandal, lily-storm, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…forced landing…lost in you WWWhere is Curls? I miss my Aussie… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere This is a possible remedy, my Love but not online…obviously…lost… kisses I know, my Love…a lily on his head and infinite Love…I have to go, I’m weak and I have ths low grade fever which is extremely annoying especially at 33C…and I can’t use ventilators – let alone air conditioning… All of him, all of you… Tormented they are, my Love…don’t you feel me on your thighs? Folía it is, Curls…lost in your beauty…kisses on the arms, down on the hands… Curls Zweinstein and the new theory of relativity…I love you Sweet Folía… The Great Sweetness is locked in the Focus Booth, and I have to go, Curls…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be moving between The Valley and the Bazaar… One…gold and deep aquamarine…the upper lip, the lower lip, lost in between… Our Great Scandalous Sweetness… Kisses on the Dimples and Hills, detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…seizing The Great Sweetness…peony-cuddle, lily-love…hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you Kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms, down on the hands…HHHow…? Deep intrusion, buttercups-hug…slipping…crazy tulips, forced landing…fire Ashamed…it won’t last long… Really? So you’ve just fooled around in The Library or you’ve sung, philosophizing on whether or not we are together…you know, Curls…calling me would be much easier…but noooo, I don’t invade the Aussie…cause he panics…celestial perspective… Home