Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses…I’m snoring Kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…arranging those curls…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…I love you The One I love Oppression I don’t say a word, Curls… Well…you “talk” to me about hope, my Love, when you make the festival for 3 days now…I am hopeful…and you? Kisses all over I’m sleeeepy, my Love and I still have to finish that damn presentation…I’ll be back at 1-2 pm from the airport…until then…reflect a little bit on my pain too…I love you Open the door, curls, and I’ll tell you… And the sweet, cruel Aussie humour…come down, Curls… These are my details: your beautiful hand, your golden smile in a photo, your voice in a reel… So let’s stop “talking” about pain, Curls, and enjoy what we have – if you can’t offer more… You would have left me suffering and guessing…and that is my pain, my Love… And don’t forget, my Love, that if I hadn’t had that dream, with his wife and the film crew leaving, I still wouldn’t know who you are… It reminds me of our cycles…of the endless whirling in which we never meet…of the so many times when I hoped you call me, of the times when I didn’t know who you are…I just felt and trusted your energy…of the endless pain… I miss you too, terribly…I don’t listen to music though…rarely La Folía…it makes me cry every time… And what are you “saying”, you, most beloved? Talk to me, my Love…your voice and that accent…infinite sweetness, infinite Love Loving you I want to slip on that line of candor…and love-squeeze the Culprits… lily–fondles on His Sweetness…heaven…tulip-love…fire…silent turn… No, Curls…we play now…deep intrusion What is the point of the festivals when you are the trigger, my Love? I know how frustration looks like, my Love… Intermezzo x 2 at the back door…what do you torture us, my Love? Kisses on the neck…what is this self-sabotage? I hold you as much as you let me, my Love…in my soul, in my heart, in my mind… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Your heart, your soul? I hold you, I love you Lilying the details…lost Golden curls, aquamarine eyes, beeaauutiful sensual lips, a dream nose…stunning legs, divine curves…the Great Sweetness…the sweet accent and the Aussie sense of humour…collapse My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere…lost in you Lilied and imprisoned Hot whispers…I love you You, most beautiful…I’ll be back at 8 pm…until then…wild dreams… Rain of trumpets and big bells, and two loving bites…lost on the divine curves… I can’t stay now, my Love…I have to finish the presentation and pack the Bermuda Decagon…and it’s bedtime for Curls…kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle… My Love, I’m heeeeeere…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Contact, forever…the promise of heaven… More details on that day, my Love… The One I love…lost on your body in an octopus-hug I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 12 pm…until then…I hold you, I love you…and I am lost on that line of candor… Up on your stunning legs to heaven I love you Hold me a little bit, my Love…The Path on the hills…your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness knows his way…lily-cuddles…The Pulse…lost in you What details, my Love? The house is on fire… Lost on the tender thighs, on the way to the sweets…holding the treasure…lily-love on the secret road…back to the treasure, up on His Sweetness…holding The Pulse…tulip-love…collapse… emergency turn… Fall on the lines of candor…the promise of heaven… Contact, forever…lost on you More details on that day, my Love… What details, Curls? Lily Scandal… The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy… One trumpet/ sq inch of Culprits…detour to the front…tulip-capture…hot hardness…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…silent turn… Home