Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html I am sleeeeeepy, my Love…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…HHHow can you be so beautiful? Home Our nights, our days… I’m slowwww, my Love… Kisses on the arms, down/up on the hands…arch-cuddle, buttercups-hug…lost on you What is my Love doing nowadays? Working, surfing, singing – obviously, fooling around – not so obvious but deductable? Lilies on the Gems, slipping in heaven…kisses on the Lilies Road, a lily on his head…hungry tulips…lost underneath… Exposé with Curls…don’t shoot, I ran out of metaphors… How is your day, my Love? Your heart, your soul? Curls in the wind… All of you, all of him… Folía on the lines of candor… Sweeeet weight… Hugging the thighs, kisses on the hips…, a trumpet in the middle…lily-storm in the Bazaar…hungry tulips…all of him…lost in you My sweet Aussie…I’m heeeeeeere, and you are there and I can’t squeeeeeeze you… All of him, all of you Self-service…kisses, again… I can’t work in this position, my Love… The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you I have to go, my Love…interruption…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…hold me in those beautiful arms…lost Lost…WWWhere, WWWhen? WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Tulip-capture…fire Infinite ecstasy, hot nothingness… “Deus”…I’m done…buttercups-hug…his Highness, The Nose Peony-cuddles, lily-fondles…hunger…forced landing…infinite ecstasy… Come here, you, most beloved…vampire tulips…all of him, all of you…lost Your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…fire… Okaaaay, Zweistein…months…kisses on those arms…lost I’m sooooorry, my Love…technical issues…had to restart the laptop… Curls, I’m heeeeeeere, I’m sooooorry, powerpoint and heavy debates… Kisses, my Love…try to sleep…sweet dreams…I love you… Okaaaay, at the office, again…shame on us… I have to go, my most beloved…locked for the night with infinite Love… Curls Zweistein…deep intrusion…lost Folía it is, Curls…see what wild metaphors I have to use to compensate the distance…and everything else… Lilying The Center of the Universe…vampire tulips…peony-cuddle…The Pulse…infinite Love…lost I have to go, my Love…powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 4 pm, for 10-15 min…lot of meetings today…until then…hold me… Come here, you, most beloved… Kisses on the arms, down/ up on the hands…fall…still singing, Curls? Curls are arranged, lilies on the Gems…slipping…lost in the Bazaar…lily-love, hungry tulips…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing…lost on you Disheveled gold and deep aquamarine…Immersion in your eyes…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Come here…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips, bells on the Lilies Road…seizing the Hills, they deserve a few bites though…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…The Pulse…infinite sweetness…lost I have some ideas on how to improve the quality of our dialogues, my Love… Infantile dreams I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…almost feelings and hot nothingness…I hope you’ll feel my promenade, Curls… Lost underneath….sweeeet weight…His Sweetness on his way…fire Kisses…I’m done…hold me until I fall asleep… Your beautiful voice…OOOh, my Love…back hug, kisses on the swan lines, down on the arms…detour on the Dimples and Hills…turning the aussie…sweets and scandal…peony-cuddle, lily-fondles…hungry tulips…forced landing…lost on you… So all the poetry, the heartfelt lyrics translates to the hibiscus festival…a lily on his head I see…singing festival…the sweetness of your being…deep intrusion, looking for the comb…buttercups-hug…arch-cuddle… My sweet Aussie was singing…again…everything is made to be broken? Giving up on touching me? What’s this Curls? My most beloved…I’m sooooooorry…I was coughing through the night, again