Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html 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… Curls is tired of clicks, busy with the show? Lost…hold me a little bit… My Love, I’m heeeeeeere…two trumpets…I haven’t decided yet the targets… Straitpijama…kisses… Eating the Aussie… Lily-storm on The Path…down in the Bazaar…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…collapse…emergency turn… Infinite desire…lily scandal…kisses… Lilied and imprisoned… I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 7 am for 10-15 min…tomorrow is office day…until then…deeeeeep aquamarine dreams… Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…slipping, hugging the thighs, fall in the Bazaar…lily-love, vampire tulips…lily scandal…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Infinite desire… Lost underneath…The Path on the path, arch-cuddle…seizing the Hills…His Sweetness on his way…infinite ecstasy… The metaphor is just fine…a lily on his head… All of you, all of him…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…hungry tulips…emergency turn…The Great Intrusion…collapse…I wanted to make a premier plan of a certain area of this photo but I was ashamed… Fire, come with me… OOOh…this photo…all off…forced landing… I knowww, my Love…need to straighten that collar of yours…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost… Hold the board, Curls…crazy florals… The heaven is across the Tasman sea; hugging the thighs, seizing all the sweets… I could postpone my travel to the great Erlangen to Sunday/ Monday… Change of subject…I got it, you, most beloved and curled…all off, vampire tulips…The Pulse…lost underneath…The Path on the path…fire… And Curls is not here…rearranging those curls… The daylight has changed…it has a silver glow… The autumn is almost here, my Love… Contact…all off, hugging the thighs, seizing the Hills… Home