Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…I love you Lilied and locked with infinite love… I have to go, my Love…rain of Love… OOOh, my Love…what is in that curled mind of yours? When, how, where? Whooee-Whooee is ready…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar…lily-storm on the sweets…up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on Curls…fire… The One I love is commenting…again… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’l eat the Aussie… The Great Sweetness was implied, Curls… Tight hug…slipping, landing…lost… Sweeeeet Folía, infinite happiness…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Sweeeeet weight…The Path on the path, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy…The Pulse…lily-cuddles…lost Sweeeeet Folía AAAhhh, a new version of ‘Snorkeling’…come here, Curls…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips, kisses on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite desire…lost underneath…His Sweetness on his way…fire What is this, Curls? ‘Do you want to have any kind of direct communication with me at all?’ and ‘His Honour couldn’t miss the opportunity…’… Gold and aquamarine…HHHow can you be so beautiful and curled, my Love? Kisses on the neck…fall in heaven… You, most beautiful and complicated…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines, down on the Trumpets Road…descending…all of him Lot of provocations…visit you once a month? Where, Curls? LA – first to the right? The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Oh Buoy…lot of coded messages at the front door…deep intrusion…arranging those curls… OOOH…lost in you…hold the board, my Love…all off, seizing the Hills…eating the Aussie…all of him… Infinite cuddle… Why, Curls? Are they? It’s the same longing and craving, just interrupted by distractions… Cause our days are much better, my Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… Curls is ready…vampire tulips…all of you, all of him…fire…emergency turn Love-squeeze Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides, down on the Trumpets Road…descending into heaven…peony-cuddles…slipping…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you… And why do you have to ‘snorkel’ me, Curls? Not my fault…kisses on the neck, slipping…hugging the thighs…seizing all the sweets…infinite ecstasy… All off..celestial perspective…lilies, bells and hungry tulips on The Sweet Culprit…lost…silent turn… So Curls was not sleeping at 6 am on Sunday…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… I’m soooorry for postponing, my Love…got held up in the city… I found a wallet on the bus and had to take it back to its owner… a 16-year-old kid… his school and library IDs, transport pass… bank cards… I thought he’d got off at the same stop I did, but I couldn’t find him… I went back to give it to the driver, but the bus had left in the meantime… so I had to take it to his address, up in the Buda hills, practically in the woods… tortured Gemini… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere My most beloved, I have to postpone to 7 pm, I’m sooooorry… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Now it’s time to go to bed, Curls…let’s sleep…rain of Love… Oppress me, my Love… The One I love and is commenting all day long…lost in you Doooon’t ‘snorkel’ me, my Love…tight hug, kisses on the neck…arch-cuddle…sweet dreams, you, most beloved and curled…I love you I’m here/ there, my Love… Noooo…I’ll be back at 4 pm…it’s bed time for Curls… I have to go, my love…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…infinite ecstasy… In the strait of Hormuz The touch of your skin, your scent, your breath…Your thighs, your hips…sweeeeet weight…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…jail time…explosion My Love, my Love, my Love… Infinite happiness… Contact…infinite sweetness Big Scandal all day long…seizing the Great Scandalous Sweetness…vampire tulips…explosion… OOOh…it was the late reaction for my unfounded accusations…I’m sooooorry, arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses… WWWhy, my Love? What have I done? Three trumpets in heaven, seizing the Hills…kisses on the Lilies Road…tulip-capture…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… I found it…the post about Curls not founding his place…I withdraw the accusations, my Love… Home