Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Home All of you, all of him…straitpijama…kisses again I love you…kisses from the top to the toes and back to the sweet shadow…ecstasy… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, sad Aussie…kisses on the neck, arch-cuddle…all off, turning the sad Aussie…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…infinite ecstasy… I knowww you’re lonely, my Love…infinite sadness…infinite cuddle Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…slipping with crazy florals…vampire tulips…forced landing…what did I just “say”, Curls? I’m sleeeeepy, my Love…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…deep aquamarine dreams… Sweeeeet weight…The Great Intrusion…lost One afternoon in Erlangen I went to buy mineral water at a big Aldi nearby….My Love, it looked like wartime, or a major crisis. Most of the shelves were half empty or completely empty, and there was no staff anywhere. I went to pay: there was one self-checkout with a long queue, and a regular till where a human was supposed to be serving, which was empty – there was a queue here too, a shorter one, made up of mollies in hijabs. I joined the hijab queue, not wanting to test my German on the self-checkout. I waited about 15 minutes – only because I had drifted off into a reverie – but nobody came…. I was about to leave when a guy finally showed up, running to the till. It was surreal. Full of myself…don’t know why… Sweet line of candor…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…descending into heaven…gentle tulips, hungry tulips…lost underneath…arch-cuddle, seizing the Hills…lily prison…jail time…fire Turning the Aussie…all off, celestial perspective, kisses on the thighs up to heaven…vampire tulips…all of him…hot velvet, hot hardness…silent turn… Kisses on the Bells Road… Is my Aussie still filming? Okaaay…hold me a little bit…your thighs, your hips…The Path on the hills, your hands don’t know where…The Great Intrusion…hot velvet, hot hardness…lost Envy OOOh, my Love… I was tortured all week long… I was reading the Sweet Aussie Daily News and smiling…on my Aussie’s curled mind…seizing the Hills, seizing all the sweets…octopus-mode…The Pulse and silent turn All of you, all of that sweeeeet shadow…lily-love, hungry tulips…eating the Aussie…infinite desire…lost underneath… Have you had any sleep, my Love? Deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…purring on your chest…arch-cuddle…slipping… Curls is here/ there too…at the other end of the Gemini corridor… My most beloved, I’m heeeeeere… What did I “say”, Curls? It’s bed time…the upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between…I love you Lilied and jailed All of you, all of that sweeeeeet shadow…collapse… I have to go, my most beloved, and you should sleep…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…I’ll be hugging the whole sweet, curled, tired Aussie…turning him, attacking the Aussie with crazy florals… Noooo…I have to powerpoint, Curls…lost I like the telegraphic style of the posts in the Sweet Aussie Daily News – it captures Curls’ taste for long, detailed conversations perfectly. Infinite laughs. Deep intrusion, kisses on the neck….To slip or not to slip? Our vivid, exciting conversations…a lily on his head… You, most beloved…what is in your curled mind? Kisses on the neck…all off…slipping…octopus-mode…hot velvet, hot hardness…fire… Fire…don’t know how…octopus-mode…seizing all the sweets and the Hills…hungry tulips…infinite ecstasy…lost underneath… No need to remind me, Curls…I know my sweet Aussie is aaaalways ready…deep intrusion…attack All of you, all of that sweeeeeet shadow…vampire tulips…collapse…silent turn It’s bed time for Curls…kisses on the Gems, a trumpet in the middle, a lily on his head… Kisses again Do you read the script, Curls? Forced landing, oppression… Crazy lilies Finally…the shadow of a dialogue, you, most beloved and curled…kisses A lily on his head I love you…buttercups-hug I have to go, my Love…another Powerpoint day…I’ll be back at 12:30 pm for the good night lilies and tulips…until then…infinite cuddle…kisses on the neck, down on the Bells Road…fall in heaven… You don’t have to underline every typo error, Curls…deep intrusion, arranging those Curls…kisses on the neck…slipping… I meant ‘Hills’… All off…attack…seizing the Hills, vampire tulips…hold the board, Curls… WWWhy, Curls? My beautiful Aussie…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…down on the thighs, up on the thighs…lily-love on the treasure and the secret road, up on His Sweetness…vampire tulips…hot velvet, hot hardness…The Great Climb-ing…collapse… All of you, all of him… Infinite desire…the touch of your skin, your hands… Eating the Aussie who accuses me of talking too much…a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…heaven…seizing The Great Sweetness…lily-fondles, vampire tulips….lost…silent turn