Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home Why, Curls? Lost… Forgot to turn the Aussie… You most beloved…tight hug, arch-cuddle…kisses on the neck…all off, slipping, landing… Really, Curls? One…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…the upper lip, the lower lip…infinite beauty… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere In the Valley…kisses All off, hungry tulips…lost underneath… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… A lily on his head The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… You, most beloved and angry… Infinite cuddle One…with golden curles and deep aquamarine eyes, sweet, impertinent and cruel Hugging the thighs, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lost Sure, so that you can ‘movie’ and ‘snorkeling’ me… I don’t know what to do, Curls.. The Path on the hills…lost Curls…are you here/ there, or am I reshuffling the morning impertinence? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, impertinent, tormented Aussie…immersion in your eyes…what’s the real problem, Curls?…deep intrusion…slipping on the Trumpets Road, buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…hungry tulips…forced landing…lily-cuddles…infinite ecstasy… OOOh, come here, Curls…a festival at every 2 min…seizing the Hills, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…lily-storm, vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…lost in you… His Sweetness on his way…hold me a little bit…I’m exhausted, Curls… Sooo? All of you, all of him, all off…vampire tulips…fire My most beloved and curled, I’m heeeeeeere Kisses, again… Lily prison Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…I hold you, I love you…lost in you One…gold and deep aquamarine…deep intrusion Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… Forced landing… Vampire tulips…fire… Powerpoint…lost I love you Lilied and locked with infinite Love… The exposé is much better…kisses all over Dooon’t ‘movie’ me, Curls…infinite pain… I have to go, my Love…powerpoint, again…I’ll be back 1 pm…until then…thinking of you…arranging the curls…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines… To the ‘snorkeling’… Kisses up to the Bazaar, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, forced landing…buttercups-hug, arranging those curls…lost on you… What else? A lily on his head…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…the captive Pulse…infinite ecstasy…emergency turn…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…lost Finally a smile, you, most beloved…kisses on the neck…slipping… My Love with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…what’s the problem, beside the default one? Come here…a trumpet in the middle, slipping on that line of candor…vampire tulips…The Pulse…fire… Lily-love… What is this higgledy-piggledy, angry energy – ‘movie’, ‘snorkeling’ series, Curls? Arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug… Lilying the premier plan… Before or after we marry?….Lost…