Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I’m here/ there…always…I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…gold and aquamarine dreams Love-attack My silent Aussie…I love you… And how much snorkeling, you, most beloved and curled? HHHow many submersions, Curls? Infinite desire…lost in you… The One I love…infinite happiness… Snorkel me, Curls…so what? Sweeeeeet weight…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…Lily-Scandal…I still have to work today, Curls… Is it sorrow, my Love? In this case, I apologize…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls and the collar… What is this constant screaming, my Love? Your body…heaven…rain of Love on The Path…slipping on that line of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-fondles on the sweets up on the little-Big Aussie…vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn… Hold me a little bit, my Love…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…infinite desire…His Sweetness on his way…lost in you… Sweeeeet Folía Crying for exercises…really Curls? Kisses on the neck, all off…slipping…lily-love…vampire tulips…lost in you…lost underneath… Why is my Curls crying? It’s bed time for Curls, and powerpoint time for me…I’ll be back at 3:30 pm, hopefully on-time…until then…I’ll be under the sheets…around the Valley and the Bazaar… And aquamarine dreams…I love you My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere, hugging the whole sweet, beautiful, curled, tormented Aussie… I’m here/ there… Infinite longing, my Love I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…immersion in the Valley, lost in heaven… Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… More than Love… My Aussie at the other end of the Gemini corridor It wasn’t a good idea to ask ‘WWWhen?’…Curls begins to sing…kisses on the arms, up to the swan lines…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost in you, my beautiful Aussie… Really, curls? ‘Nothing tangible, my Love…I want to hold you, to love you…or at least to hear your voice…’ You, most beautiful…heaven…rain of trumpets on The Path…slipping on that line of candor…kisses on the Lilies Road…Big Scandal…hot velvet, hot hardness…lily-love, vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn The One I Love…gold and aquamarine, complaints and critique Sweeeeeeeeeeet shadow…hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills…rain of trumpets in the Valley, lily-storm in the Bazaar – up on His Sweetness, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire…silent turn, collapse… How was your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? And what is going on in that curled mind of yours? I love you My sweet Aussie is complaining at the front door…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses on the glasses…arch-cuddle…lost… My Curls…deep intrusion, tight hug, lilies on the Gems…fall in heaven… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeeere Hold me a little bit more, my Love…WWWhen? Curls at the front door: all sorts of provocations, insinuations, complaints and critique…infinite smile The autumn is finally here, my Love…I was craving the cold and the greyness…the summer was long and hot…hot nothingness…my Love was not here… My complicated Aussie…buttercups-hug, Gems-kisses…arranging the curls and the collar… Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging the curls and the collar…my Love, my Love, my Love… What weeks, Curls? Curls is multitasking… Hold the board, Curls…all off, all of you, all of them…kisses on the Dimples and Hills…love-squeeze, turning the Aussie…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…lost underneath… What is in that curled mind of yours, my Love? Hold me a little bit, Curls…His Sweetness knows his way…lost Doctors to patients: ‘Patients who have already received a diagnosis from ChatGPT are requsted to seek a second opinion from Gemini, not from us’ No, I go to Claude… Sweeeeet shadow…I can’t have a normal dialogue with Curls…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs up to the sweets…lily-storm, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn… Weeks? I fell in reverie, my Love…vampire tulips…all of you, all of him…collapse…lost underneath Is my Love still skiing? Heaven…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…kisses on the Lilies Road…a wink and a lily on his head…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…infinite ecstasy…silent turn…collapse… Home