Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Noooo Anything else, Curls? The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Lost…and done Doooon’t cry, my Love…I’m here/ there… Kisses…this is your collage… Next submersion at 9 pm…kisses, again… Kisses all over… I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…whispers in the shell-phone…or call me… Don’t ‘snorkel’ me, Curls…you like to the posts with double meaning…I never know exactly what do you mean…kisses on the neck… So in this context ‘the Ring’ means ‘never’ or that you’ll write when we marry? Okaaay…you write, I click… Promenade with trumpets and bells…tulip-capture…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you No need to scream at every 2nd post, Curls… OOOh…says who? The “fast” moving Aussie… What weeks, Zweistein? I was quite fast now… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…why the festival, my Love? What have I done, again? Curls sent me a collage…lily-love on his head… Slipping on that line of candor…seizing the Hills…heaven with Hills…kisses on the thighs, trumpets on the hips, one in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road…peony-cuddle, lily-storm, hungry tulips…all of him…collapse…silent turn… Decode my sock, Curls…no, not mine… So the heaven for Curls is when we are both crying/ screaming… WWWhat, my Love? What do you mean, my Love? WWWhy the cry, my Love? Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls and that collar… Curls is ready…kisses on the thighs, up to the sweets…detour to the Lilies Road…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…down on the lines of candor…Big Scandal…peony-cuddle, lily-love, vampire tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost on Whooee-Whooee… Infinite desire…His Sweetness on his way…collapse… Okaaay… Curls want to take off my pijama…mine That’s one good thing about ‘Weeks’ – when I see it I know it’s Curls, not an algorithm… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere EEEverybody is normal… Noooo, don’t cry, my Love…he’s lilied and locked with infinite Love…all of you, all of him Lily-love, infinite Love Curls Zweistein…I love you Don’t cry, don’t sing sad songs, my Love…I’m here/ there…I’m just slowww…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls and that collar…I love you I have to go, my Love…if you are in LA it’s bed time for Curls…if in NZ, don’t know…I’ll be back at 4 pm…until then…kisses on the neck, tight hug, arch-cuddle… Hold me a little bit more, my Love…I’m slowww… Heaven…kisses on the thighs, up to the sweets…A trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…detour on the Lilies Road…peony-cuddle, lily-storm on his head…vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost underneath…sweeeeet weight…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy… My most beloved and curled…anything else you’d like to add? Kisses on the neck…slipping…heaven… The One I love and is always commenting…all off, all of him I knowww, Zweistein…I’m slowww…lilies on the Gems, peony-love on the tender sides…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…seizing the Hills…tulip-capture…lost…The Pulse…fire…emergency turn I need to do a collage… Lily-love, hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… Celestial perspective…sweeeeet shadow… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Nooobody tells me anything… WWWhere is Curls now? US or NZ? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere And now, Curls? Straitpijama and hot nothingness…not even a good night call…kisses Home