Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Immersion in the deep aqauamrine silence…what is that curled mind of yours, in your heart, your soul? Deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…fall in heaven…three trumpets…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…lost underneath…His Sweetness on his way…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… My complicated Aussie…deep intrusion…kisses on the neck, down on the tattoos…slipping in heaven… Isn’t enough painful to be at 9,000 miles apart? You like to torture us, Curls…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…WWWhy? You keep using ‘The ring’, my Love although it is the symbol of decomposition… Or that you won’t talk to me unless we marry… Are you saying that we are not meant to meet, my Love? I love the poetry of the shell-phone, my Love…but there are times when I prefer the prosaic one…nooo, I’m not invading Curls…he must not be distressed cause he starts singing… Impertinent me and Bobby…infinite ecstasy… What is The Buoy doing now? How is his day so far? His heart, his soul? Curls, are you here/ there – or do I see the morning submersions on the affichage? Kisses on the neck, deep intrusion…rain of trumpets… My most beloved I’m heeeeeere… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you The One I love I must go, my Love…kisses all over… Okaaay, it seems I have to work again…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing…infinite Love… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be abck at 9 pm…until then…lost underneath… Lost…the touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…sweeeeet weight…his sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy… Only complaints and critique… What have I done, Curls? Kisses on the neck, slipping… Celestial perspective…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…vampire tulips…all of him…fire…emergency turn…lost Promenade with trumpets and bells…heaven…lily-love, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…jail time…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…fire… Infinite ecstasy… What is my Aussie doing now? Kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, Curls? Curls’ collages…lost Arranging those curls…deep intrusion…immersion in your eyes…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the Trumpets Road…peony-love on the tender sides…fall on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…lily-love, vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…forced landing…infinite ecstasy….The Pulse…lily-cuddles…fire You, most beautiful…lilies on the Gems, slipping on the Trumpets Road…hold the board, my Love…all off, all of you, all of him…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn… Curls Zweistein and the theory of relativity…lost What weeks, my Love? Kisses on that line of candor…detour on the Lilies Road…bumping into the Big Scandal…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost in you…silent turn… Sooo, my Love? Or is it about what I don’t know? ‘The MW show, the NT show…’ what is that re-post about, Curls? What is that you don’t know? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle… Have you had any sleep, Curls? My most beloved…I’m heeeeeeere…bright morning… Conservative break…kisses again I’m here/ there…tight hug, arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…lost in you… Kisses all over…good night, me Love… One in the middle, two on the hips…I love you Curls…shhhhhh Lilied and locked for the night with infinite Love… Curls switches the terminology…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The great Scandalous sweetness on his way…jail time… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, beautiful Aussie…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, my Love…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…I’ll be under the sheets… One more submersion then Curls goes to bed…infinite ecstasy… Love-squeeze… Sooo? Curls…my Big Romantic…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses… How was your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Infinite Love… Home