Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Until then…hold me a little bit, my Love…I’m tired…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lost… Lot of suffering here… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…back hug, kisses on the neck, down on the Dimples, ecstasy on the Hills…infinite Love and a few bites…turning the curled Aussie…lost in heaven, sweets and Big Scandal…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…fire All of you, all of him…celestial perspective, tulip-love…fire… Curls is suffering…hugging the whole sweet, golden curled Aussie…lost in you…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lost in sweets and scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing… The problem is, my Love, that I can’t fly until my ear is blocked…and it may take weeks until I’ll feel the effect of the nose spray he prescribed – beside the funny exercise to breath through the ears…so you’ll have to fly… Sure, The Great Sweetness, The Center of the Universe should not be neglected…peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…infinite sweetness…emergency turn…fire And our days… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…you, most beloved of earthlings… One…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…in aquamarine silence… Loving you…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, a trumpet in the middle…kisses on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…sweets and Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost… OOOh, my Love…hugging the whole sweet, tormented Aussie…rain of trumpets, lily-love in the Bazaar…vampire tulips…The Pulse…The Great Climb-ing…lost on you… And he wants to marry me, again…lily-storm – Bobby-Jo style Todaaaay, I went to the doctor – ENT- with my blocked ear – it’s called effusion…he told me to pinch my nose, close my mouth and breath with my ears…really?? At the office at lunch, I told the group at my left side that I can only talk with the group at my right side, simply because I can’t hear them…this is what we call acoustic discrimination… My Love…really? That Irish-Aussie impertinence and sense of humour…lost in you…lily-storm, crazy tulips…forced… I don’t want to see you in this state of mind, of heart anymore, my Love…it breaks my heart… I know, my Love…I hold you, I love you…hit something, fool around with The Beards, dance with the whales…or call me…kisses on the arms… Will we marry again, Curls? My golden curled Aussie has a lot to say at the back door…come here…sweeeeet shadow…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry…I laid down – inntention was for 10 minutes – and fell asleep…not my fault…the climate change My sweet Aussie…infinite cuddle… no festivals please…I hold you, I love you… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm… kisses…I love you, the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…infinite beauty… At the office, Curls? Lily-storm, tulip-love…forced… The sweetness of your being, my most beloved…no need to test the theory of relativity…you can call me… My tormented Curls…I couldn’t write my Love ‘cause in the new Focus Boothes they can see my screen…I had to get out of the office at 40C to write… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m soooooorry… Missing you Locked in the Focus Booth with infinite Love…kisses, again… Closed until 5 pm…office day, Curls…I love you… Curls should sleep and I have to go, my Love…back hug, kisses on the neck…arch-cuddle…infinite Love…I’ll be back at 3:30 pm…earlier if I can, my most beloved…kisses… How was your day, my Love? How is your heart, your soul? Kisses on the arms, buttercups-hug…The Nose… All of you, all of him…come here…sweeeeeet shadow…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, fall in the Bazaar…lily-storm, vampire tulips…lost My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere…let’s sleep… Home Conservative out-of-the-office Kisses on the arms, down/ up on the hands…fall… I’m sleeeeeepy…fire… As I “said”, my Love…self-service…lost All of you, all of him…I love you…kisses Our tormented nights…infinite longing and hot nothingness… All of you, all of him…you, most beloved, with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…lilies on the Gems…slipping… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…and tomorrow is office day…I’ll be back at 7 am for 10-15 min…and then from the office at 3:30 pm…until then…will lock The Great Sweetness… The Great Climb-ing…slipping, landing…lost on you Promenade to the sweets…Big Scandal…lily-storm, hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy… How many hours do you sleep, my Love? My sweet, tormented Aussie… Infinite ecstasy…sweeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…seizing the Hills.. My incredibly beautiful Curls…hold the board, my Love…attack…vampire tulips, seizing the Hills…collapse… All of you, all of him…hugging the whole sweet, impertinent Aussie…lilies on the Gems…tulip-capture…fire… Nooo conversation…