Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home 2 and 1/2 hrs, Zweistein…I love you I really have to go, my Love…lost on you… One…the most beautiful… My Love, my Love, my Love…what are we going to do? OOOh…so ‘Curls’ means scolding…lost and lily-storm I have to go, Curls…kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf…lost in you Folía it is, my Love… All of you, all of him… Hugging the whole sweet, beautiful, curled, cruel, tormented Aussie…OOOh…fire… One…curled and tormented… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…my incredibly beautiful Curls… I know, my Love… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…don’t post scary things…I hold you, I love you… Infinite desire…hot nothingness… Hugging the whole sweet, cruel, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the arms…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…the glasses and The Nose… As if the infinite longing is not enough painful, Curls… Instead of holding me you scare me, my Love… All oy you, all of him… Hugging the whole sweet, cruel, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the Lilies Road…vampire tulips…lost All of you, all of him… Why do you scary me, Curls? Does this mean that the gnomes will invade Budapest, my Love? What is the ‘Break’ about, my Love? Sweeeeet weight…infinite desire… EEEverybody is normal… My most beloved…tight hug, deep intrusion… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…what is my Curls doing now? Shhhhh…hugging the whole, sweet, curled, tired and tormented Aussie… Loving you…Bobby-Jo style… Who should go back to bed…kisses One…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes… All of you, all of him… Buttercups-hug, arch-cuddle…infinite Love… I knowww, my Love…but I have to finish the Powerpoint thing… Closed until 6 pm…kisses…back to bed You, most beloved…I have to go, I’ll check on you at 6 pm…until then…go back to bed…I hold you, I love you…tight hug, kisses on the swan lines… All of you, all of him…hold the board, Curls…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite desire… EEEverybody is normal… Lot of suffering…promenade to the Bazaar…trumpets and lilies on the sweets, Big Scandal…up on The Great sweetness…tulip-love…The Pulse…arch-cuddle…lost on Curls… Curls…I “said” ‘talk’, not ‘lily’…nooo conversation…lost Holding the sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…immersion in your eyes…’talk’ to me a little bit… Slipping on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-love on the sweets, up on His Sweetness…hungry tulips…lost in you…lost underneath… What ready? I should let you sleep until 8…hugging The Path…kisses on the hips… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…have you had any sleep, my Love? I am worried that you don’t have enough sleep… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry A lily on his head…shhhhhh Folía it is, Curls…nonetheless EEEverybody is normal… Try to sleep, my Love… Closed until 3 pm…lost