Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html EEEverybody is tired, let’s sleep, my Love…kisses As I “said”…The Great Intrusion…fire You work, my Love… Self-service, Curls…lost Kisses from the top to the toes and back under the leaf… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…hold the board… Yours…infinite desire…WWWh… As I “said”, EEEverybody is normal…Ah, Ah… Conservative 5 Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping with trumpets and bells and peony-love…tulip-capture…sweeeeeet Pulse…forced landing…infinite desire… One…the most beautiful… His Impertinence…kisses on the neck…slipping…The Pulse…fire My most beloved, happy to see you smiling in the sun…Curls is reading the script…lost Gold avalanche, another groupie and another molly… Curls is giving instructions from the fridge…sometimes he comes out to sing… Only I have to work…a lily on his head…forced landing… Heaven…seizing the Hills, hungry tulips…eating the Aussie…infinite desire…lily scandal…emergency turn… Your heart, your soul? Invading the Aussie…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…deep intrusion…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…fire… Curls is exhausted…have you had any sleep, you, most beloved? Five trumpets…two on the lilies, one in the middle, two on the hips, a lily on his head…vampire tulips, slipping, landing…The Pulse…lily prison, lost… One…OOOh… My most beloved…is Curls sad? Arch-cuddle, tight-hug, buttercups-invasion… Yours Celestial perspective…sweeeeeet shadow…lily-fondles, tulip-love…emergency flat turn…lost I surrender cause I’m tired, Curls…I spent 4 hrs in the Focus Booth…hold me a little bit… My Love, most beautiful…I’m heeeeeeeeeere It’s bed time for Curls…sweet dreams my Love…leave the window open… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, upset Aussie…what can I do, my Love…I have to go back to work…forced landing… Self-service…infinite ecstasy…kisses, again… Curls…I really have to go…I love you…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… EEEverywhere… The remedy…forget the collar…can you breathe, my Love? Yours I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…arch-cuddle, kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…the remedy…lost on you… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…all of you, all of him…tight hug, rain of trumpets…peony-love…all off…lost on the Dimples and Hills…turning the Aussie…immersion in the Valley with trumpets and bells, up to the Bazaar…vampire tulips…The Pulse..forced landing…fire… My most beloved and curled…lost…hurry up, I have to go… I don’t see the ‘Months…’ anymore…Zweistein has altered the space-time continuum again… Fall on the exposé…with infinite Love…lily-storm, vampire tulips… And how is that my fault, Curls? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, upset Aussie…infinite Love, infinite pain…buttercups-hug… Lost underneath…why the snorkeling, you, most beloved and curled? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion…avalanche of golden curls, avalanche of happiness…lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…I love you What is this ‘Then why “library” me?’, Curls? It’s because I was late? I “told”you I could be late…and to not panic… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…the net is slowwww…kisses on the neck…slipping… Curls…I have to go… Three trumpets…you know where…I love you I have to go, my Love and you are tired of clicks and need to work maybe…I’ll be back at 12pm – around – I maybe disturbed, don’t panic if I’m late…until then…lost in the gold avalanche of your curls and in deeeeep aquamarine dreams… All of you, all of him…heaven…down on the Lilies Road with trumpets and bells…fall in the Bazaar…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…lost underneath…infinite desire… My Love…at this hour I’m immune to snorkeling…it slips on my neurocortex…what’s the problem? An infinite smile in the grey morning…lily-love, vampire tulips…forced landing…my most beloved and curled… Then Curls should work, me too…heading to the office…kisses down the Lilies Road… Home