Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html The One I love… Where is my pijama, Curls? Wish me good night, Curls…I love you Contact…hold me a little bit more, my Love… Infinite desire…infinite longing… I’m sleeeeeeepy, my Love…I’m soooooorry…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…aquamarine dreams… Contact…all of you, all of him…rain of trumpets on the lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…lily-fondles, peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…lost underneath… Eating the Aussie…hungry tulips…lost Our vivid conversations…kisses on the swan lines… Slipping on that line of candor…heaven…seizing the Hills…hungry tulips…fire…silent turn… I invaded your IM account, my love with a heart emoji – it was a misclick on one of the ‘Curls skiing’ photos…I’m soooooorry, I couldn’t withdraw it… Deep intrusion…immersion in the deep aquamarine silence…kisses on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…down on the hips…detour on the lines of candor…rain of trumpets on The Path…Big Scandal…lily-love, vampire tulips…The Great Climb-ing…lost on you… How is your day, my sweet, impertinent Aussie? Your heart, your soul? Curls is making fun of me…’Soprano’ My most beloved and curled… A smile in uncertainty… My love, I’m heeeeeere I love you Hugging The Path, arch-cuddle…I’m here/ there, my Love… Contact…trumpets on The Path, vampire tulips…fire…back to bed, Curls… I’d like to remind Curls Zweistein that I “came” one hour earlier… unfortunately I have to go…I’ll be back at 9 pm… And he’s commenting again…deep intrusion, kisses on the neck… Infinite desire…sweeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… Hugging the whole sleepy Aussie…kisses on the thighs…trumpets on The Path…lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost Immersion in you… My Love, my Love, my Love…kisses on the swan lines…tight hug, arch-cuddle… So Curls is not sleeping…deep intrusion…slipping…hugging the thighs…snorkeling… Good night lilies…I love you Holding you… Sweeeeeet shadow…infinite Love…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…lost underneath… I’ll be back at 4 pm, Zweistein…arranging those curls… The One I love… I’m here/ there always… Dooooon’t cry, my Love… Contact…slipping on that line of candor…seizing the Hills, hugging the thighs…hungry tulips… ‘Snorkel’ me Curls but then it’s bedtime… It’s bed time for Curls…and I have to go, my Love…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle… Lost in Curls and his comments…the upper lip, the lower lip…deep intrusion… My Love, I’m back… Then gimme +10 min… my Love… Celestial perspective…angelic view…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn… “Snorkel” me, Curls… Contact…all of you, all of him…hold the board, my Love…promenade on the thighs on trumpets and bells…tulip-capture…fire… I was thinking, Curls… Lily-love Not my fault…the alarm has infiltrated… All of you, all of him…trumpets and bells on The Path, Big Scandal in heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn… Immersion in your curls and the deep aquamarine silence…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems , kisses on the tender sides down on the hips, on the lines of candor, detour on the thighs…back to the sweets…lily-storm, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on you HHHow was your day my Love? Your heart, your soul? (Beside ‘weeks’) Home