Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I love you I’ll be somewhere here, my Love…kisses I go to bed, my Love…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then you should sleep…I’ll be daydreaming in between coughing and sneezing… Folía it is, my Love…sweet folía…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… I know, my Love…holding the whole sweet Aussie…caressing the curls…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…down on the Dimples and Hills…all off…Big Scandal in the Bazaar…turning the aussie…lily-fondles on the sweets up on The Great Scandalous Sweetness…vampire tulips, The Great Climb-ing…lily prison…lost Anything else on the agenda, my Love? Come here, Curls…all off…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…celestial perspective…lily-storm in the Bazaar…hungry tulips…fore And it said that is a rhino or adenovirus…I wanted to ask if, when and how these viruses have been isolated and how the isolation process looked like…but I am too tired for this… I asked Claude what is this and what to take; the diagnosis is acute sinusitis and conjunctivitis…it prescribed a few homeopathic and Bach flower remedies…and gemmoderivatives…at my instructions, of course… Deep intrusion, arranging the Curls…immersion in the Valley…kisses on the thighs, trumpets on the hips, one in the middles…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-storm in the Bazaar…vampire tulips on the Big Scandal…infinite sweetness…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…fire… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Curls is ready to fool around…OOOh, my Love… Very tormented, my Love…coughing, sneezing, intermittent sleeping…couldn’t breath…terrible… My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry 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… Home