Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html My Love, I have to go…I have a meeting from 8:30…The Egg…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…your should sleep…I hold you, I love you…kisses Heaven…trumpets on the hips, detour on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…tulip-capture…infinite ecstasy…emergency turn…lost EEEverybody is normal, my curled Aussie… I can’t write so fast, my impatient Aussie… Curls is tired…OOOh…fall on the Whooee-Whooee…bells on the Lilies Road…lily-love, vampire tulips…the Pulse…lost on you…( I can’t stay serious when I look at this photo, Curls…) My most beloved…come here…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor, down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-storm, gently tulips, hungry tulips, crazy tulips…fire OOOh, hugging the whole, sweet, curled and tormented Aussie…infinite Love…deep intrusion, kisses on the swan lines…lilies on the Gems… What is my curled Aussie doing now? My most beloved…I’m heeeeeere Shhhhh, my Love…I’m here/ there… Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… I’m here/ there, my Love… I love you…kisses on the arms…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…lost on you… Now is my tormented night, my Love…I’m sleeeeeepy…I go to bed…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…almost feelings, hot nothingness and ventilator… OOOh, only Curls can suffer…tight hug, storm in the curls…deep intrusion…promenade to the sweets…lily-fondes, tulip-love…arch-cuddle…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… 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