Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html No exposés… Next submersion at 3pm, my Love…I have to work…kisses…I love you, try to sleep… I’m here/ there, my sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…I hold you, I love you…back hug, arch-cuddle… All of you, all of him…OOOh, my Love…I see the sweeeeet shadow on the ppt slides… And now, Curls? Hot nothingness and Powerpoint…I have to go, my Love…and you should try to sleep…I’ll be back at 3 pm…until then…hugging the thighs, immersion in the Valley…infinite desire… Lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…emergency turn…collapse… Come here…vampire tulips…fire Explosion…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Aquamarine silence and golden curls… Really? Would you come to Budapest, Curls? Or is it another Irish-Aussie diversion? EEEverybody is normal… Who’s going to powerpoint, Curls? Infinite desire… My Love…I can’t write so fast…and I can’t find my comb… I’m here/ there…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…immersion in your eyes…arranging the curls…slipping with lilies on the Gems, a trumpet in the middle…kisses on the Lilies Road…seizing His Sweetness…peony-cuddle, lily-love, vampire tulips…fire… The sweetness of your being…Our hibiscus is EEEverywhere in premier plan…at the front door, at the back door…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you, lost in you… I know, my Love…I’m here/ there…back hug, kisses on the neck down on the Bells Road, fall on the Dimples and Hills…infinite desire…turning the Aussie…hugging the thighs…lily-love in the Bazaar…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…up on His Sweetness…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on Curls… Lost…sweeeeeet weight… Kisses on the arms, buttercups-hug, arch-cuddle… Only 11 min, I was within the academic quarter… Flat white, self-service…kisses…I love you Tight hug, infinite Love…how was your day, my Love? Did you work, swim, surf, sing, hit something, fool around? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie… slipping on the Hills…lost Promenade to Heaven…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…forced landing…fire Infinite Love, infinite ecstasy…HHHow am I going to sleep, Curls? Curls Zweistein and the Quantum theory…I love you Tormented and sad and happy and hopeful and hopeless… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I fall on the desk…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…infinite cuddle, gentle kiss, hungry kiss… Infinite desire…I can’t reach The Great Sweetness… Hoooot summer, hoooot nothingness…my Aussie is far away… Okaaay… Only I have to work… Imprisoned Curls is tired…kisses on the Trumpets road, down on the Lilies Road…emergency capture…vampire tulips…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy…forced landing…deep intrusion… Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the hips, down on the lines of candor…detour to the Bazaar…lost in sweets and scandal…seizing His Sweetness…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…vampire tulips…infinite sweetness…emergency turn…your thighs, your hips…The Great Intrusion…collapse… Sooo…what does ‘Curls’ mean? Gentle tulips, hungry tulips…fire Curls…what does ‘Curls’ mean? Your…lost OOOh, my sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping…lily-love, hungry tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost… The sweetness of your being…come here… Anything else on the agenda, Curls? My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…missing the golden curls and the deep aquamarine eyes… I love you…I really have to go, my Love…lilying the Aussie is not part of my job description…infinite laughs… Curls’ logistic operations…all of him.. Shhhhh…I’m here/ there, my Love…powerpointing… Do you have the logistics behind it, my Love? Kisses…I love you You wanted to emphasize ‘The ring’, my Love? Infinite smile.. I know who’s Curls, my Love… And Curls wants to marry me…lost Home