Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Self-service with infinite Love… Closed until 9 pm…kisses, again You, most beloved…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes…sweet dreams… All of you, all of him…kisses…I Love you…try to sleep, my Love… Infinite ecstasy…lost in you My most beloved…I have to go and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be hugging The Path, purring on the Mid-Galaxy… Sweeeeet shadow…peony-love, lily-fondles, hungry tulips…the captive Pulse…infinite desire…I love you… Curls doesn’t care…OOOh, that sweet, impertinent, incredibly beautiful Aussie…lilies on the Gems, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…all off…vampire tulips…fire…emergency turn…lost I’m here, my Love…interruption…I’m still getting work messages…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…rain of trumpets, tight hug, arch-cuddle… Infinite Love… Curls is sneaking in all kinds of interesting messages at the front door…infinite smile…don’t look at me like this…the one about the essence under the water…immersion…loooong lilies, forced landing… All of you, all of him…don’t be impertinent, Curls… Lost in you One…suffering in silence… I knowww…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… My most beloved…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…infinite pain… Imprisoned with infinite Love Official protest…infinite ecstasy… WWWhy, Curls? I can’t even ‘talk’? Nooo conversation…fire Only festivals, impertinent exposés and exercises…oppressed Gemini… Sweeeeet shadow…all of you, all of him, all off…hungry tulips…lost underneath… Not a word, Curls? Infinite desire… Loving you…heaven…seizing the Hills, lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire… Curls…how do I know that you are not in LA now, playing the tormented Aussie citizen? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…Back hug, kisses on the swan lines…arch-cuddle…all off…turning the Aussie…lily-love in the Bazaar…up on His Sweetness…vampire tulips…The Great Climb-ing…fire… Sooo, no conversation, no romaaaaance…lost It seems it’s not only my fault…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing I’m sooooorry for keeping you awake… OOOh, my Love…it’s 2:30 am in NZ… I love you Too late, Curls Zweistein…few bites… I knowww, my Love…but I couldn’t answer with another rose…hence the trumpets… Our trumpets All of him, all of you…all off It burns… I knowww…I hold you, I love you… My most beloved…I have to go…I’ll be back at 4:30 pm…earlier if I can…until then…infinite longing…one trumpet/ square inch of Curls… All of you, all of him…deep intrusion…immersion in your eyes…lilies on the Gems…slipping on the Trumpets Road…kisses on the Lilies Road…ecstasy on The Path…fall in the Bazaar…lily-love, crazy tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…fire Peony-love, lily-fondles…vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath… One…curled and cruel and incredibly beautiful…attack Loving you…heaven…three trumpets…one in the middle, two on the hips, a lily on his head…vampire tulips…emergency turn…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…collapse… Still in NZ, you, most beloved and curled? Too late Curls…it happened…all of you, all of him… Hugging the whole sweet, cruel, curled, tormented Aussie…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…a few bites…turning the Aussie…Big Scandal…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you… My most beloved and curled…lost Hence the ‘Break’ and the songs…les filles sont belles What are you “saying”? That we will never meet? Home