Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you Kisses all over…on the swan lines down on the arms, down on the hands…fall… What? We will be awarded with the Nobel prize for (kinky) literature, my Love… I have to go, my Love…to continue bowing in front of the Powerpoint…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be in the Bazaar and surroundings… Don’t know if this is a complaint or a promise, Curls… Sweeeeeeet Folía, my love…oppression OOOh…sweet Aussie is tired…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road, up on The Great Sweetness…tulip-capture…infinite sweetness…The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…lost…. Hope to find new metaphors? Curls knows how to motivate me… I ran out of kinky metaphors and analogies, Curls…need to find new ones… Celestial perspective…tulip-Love…infinite ecstasy… All of you, all of him…hunger… Promenade with trumpets and bells up to the Bazaar…kisses on the Lilies Road, a trumpet in the middle…fall on the sweets…lily-rounds, hungry tulips…The Pulse…hot hardness…forced landing…buttercups-hug, fire… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…infinite beauty Come here…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…sweets and scandal…fire…lily-fondles up on His Sweetness, vampire tulips…lost… OOOh buoy…Curls is playing bad boy character…infinite Love… What is my Love transmuting? Days to months to years? And what is my beloved Curls doing now? So you haven’t had much sleep, my Love…since I was coughing all night, I am compensating now…I got the antibiotics and I feel better, and sleeeepy…I am bowing in front of the Powerpoint… My most beloved… Kisses…fire Our Folía, my Love… No more comments Curls…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…you should sleep too…I love you Back hug, kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle…I go to bed my Love…I don’t feel well and I’m exhausted…I’ll be back at 3 pm…I’m sooooorry Come here…kisses on the hips, seizing the Hills…slipping on the Lilies Road with trumpets and bells…celestial perspective…hugging the thighs, lily-love on the sweets, up on The Great Sweetness…hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn…lost I know, my Love…The Great Sweetness is always ready, but you’re not… How is my Love doing nowadays? I don’t know anything, Curls…you sing, you dance with the whales, you talk to the angry ocean…AAAnd? My Love, I’m heeeeeere I love you…fire My empathic Aussie…kisses on the arms, down on the hands, down…lost in you I go for the antibiotics, my Love…I coughed all night… Arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere but I must postpone to 9 am… Home Kisses all over…Bobby style… I am sleeeepy, tired, my Love…this pain is exhausting me…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be walking up and down in the Valley with trumpets and bells and lily-fondles…seizing all the sweets… Lost underneath Curls…WWWhen? Celestial perspective…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire… OOOh…on the D-Day… As I see Curls had a great time when I was struggling to find his identity… Loving the Aussie…arranging those curls…deep intrusion…immersion in the deep aquamarine…kisses on the swan lines, on the shoulders, down on the arms…lost…slipping…bells on the Lilies Road, down in the Bazaar…peony-love…tulip-capture…fire…The Pulse…hot hardness…lost underneath… Buttercups-hug, arch-cuddle…Curls is breaking my heart…dooooon’t be sad, my Love… All of you, all of him…lily-love, crazy tulips…fire Curls is not helping with anything…lost No? No… My Love…you could help writing the process description…what do you think? What is my Aussie doing now? Sweet Curls… I have a terrible ache in the throat…I am waiting for the antibiotics, but I can only get it tomorrow… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere I love you, I have to go, my Love… AAAlways ready…lily-love