Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Tortured Gemini…kisses Reflecting on the exposé… How would you detail “fire”, Curls? It burns… I love you…fire Locked for the night…infinite Love… All of you, all of him…forced landing… Kisses on the neck, I’ll be back at 8 am, my Love…until then…I’ll explore and love the Aussie Curls and his usual explosion of empathy… I have to go, my Love…I am not feeling well, again…I coughed and sneezed and slept all day long but still feel exhausted…my nose it’s still out of order, headache, red, swollen eyes…I think the air conditioning also helped to reach this stage… Eating Curls…deep intrusion, a trumpet in the middle, bells on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…all of him…fire…The Pulse…forced landing…collapse… Kisses on the arms, down on the hands…down on the thighs…infinite ecstasy… Up…fire…vampire tulips, forced landing…buttercups-hug…The Nose… The reflective Aussie…I hold you, I love you… Loving you, lost on that line of candor… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between, gold and deep aquamarine…(OOOh buoy, it rhymes…) The diplomatic ‘Today’…lily-storm… My tormented Curls…and what is the conclusion? All off…turning the Aussie, kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Hills…peony-love, detour on the hips…turning the Aussie again…lost on the thighs…up to the Bazaar…lily-fondles on the treasure and the secret road…Big Scandal…vampire tulips…forced landing…lost on you… All off…celestial perspective…seizing all the sweets and the Hills…fire… Envy Impertinent Bobby, and me… My incredibly beautiful Aussie… What is my sweetheart (cheeeeeeesy) doing now? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere My stubborn Aussie…kisses all over… Curls, do you really need that ‘Ready!’ at every 2 min? No, it’s Love, Curls, disguised in Folía… I go back to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll talk to you in my head…and trumpet you all over… One Kisses on the neck…all off… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hills…His Sweetness on his way…lost It was ‘Days’, Curls…my Sweet Aussie and the theory of realtivity…Zweistein… Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping…hugging the thighs, lily-fondles on the sweets…vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost Lily-storm… Hold me a little bit, my Love…I am sooo tired… All off, a trumpet in the middle… What does that ‘Ready!’ mean exactly, my Love? Sweeeet shadow…bells on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…fire Folía it is, my Love… What is my Aussie doing now? Curls, I’m heeeeeeeeere Kisses on the Hills, bites on the Hills…I love you No festivals, exposés neither, Curls…I love you irremediably…whose fault is…you know what…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Ready to sleep, my Love? Because I go back to bed…I am out of order for today…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then sweet Aussie should sleep, any I’ll be exploring the Valley… Kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle…slipping, landing…buttercups-hug…lost on you Eating the Aussie…all of him…fire…lost underneath… This exposé of yours, my Love…is it an expression of empathy? Tormented it was, my Love…the air conditioning in the plane arranged me for the night and the days to come, it seems…my head, eyes, throat…pain all over…I couldn’t breath, I woke up, tried to cure myself, went back to bed, and so on, several times… A trumpet in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…fire… Home