Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html 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? What is this diversion with the jasmine flower with the ‘And Claude answered to my second ‘Why?’, curls? Why, my Love? What have I done? My most beloved, I’m heeeeeeere Kisses, again… I knowww, my Love…but I fall on the desk… OOOH…come here…hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented aussie… I love you…kisses on the arms, up on the swan lines… Wish me good, tormented night, my Love… Locked with infinite Love… Straitpijama and ventilator…kisses And HHHow am I going to sleep, my Love? I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…I’ll be under the sheets… One…with golden curls and deep aquamarine eyes… Peony-Love, lily-fondles…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…the captive Pulse…infinite desire…lost underneath… Miracles must not be distressed…gold and deep aquamarine…deep intrusion… For faster communication I would suggest to call me, my Love, but I don’t want Curls to panic…kisses on the neck… All of you, all of him…all off…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples and Hills…infinite sweetness…detour on the hips…turning the Aussie…Big Scandal…lily-storm, vampire tulips…forced landing…The Pulse…infinite ecstasy… My sweet Aussie and his curled mind… Peony-Love on the tender sides, celestial perspective…pretext off…seizing the Hills, lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, up to the Bazaar…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…infinite desire…emergency turn…fire Still in NZ, my Love? I’m struggling with the time calculation…no comb… Promenade to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…buttercups-hug…infinite desire…can you breathe, Curls? Decoding ‘Months’… Hold me a little bit…The Path on the hills, your thighs, your hips…AAAnd The Great Sweetness who digs his head everywhere…lost My existing 1kg dumbbells have been subject of 10min laughs…by one of my acquaintances who saw them…she asked: ‘do you have kids around?’ I said: ‘No. Why?’ She: ‘The dumbbells…are for kids…’ I: ‘They are mine…’ She: ‘Seriously?’ And she burst into laughs…it took her 10 min to calm down… I bought 2kg dumbbells – to exercise…lost…don’t laugh…for me are heavy… Heaven…seizing EEEverything…lily-fondles, gentle tulips, hungry tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath… I can’t write faster, my Love…or is it because I was late? Only 4 min over the academic quarter, Zweistein… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems, kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, slipping on the lines of candor…promenade on the thighs…up to the sweets…lily-fondles, tulip-capture…forced landing…lost Did my Curls sleep? My Love, I’m heeeeeeeere…I’m sooooorry…hectic evening… Home