Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Kisses Straight to the point/ Center of the Universe…lily-love, hungry tulips…The Pulse…forced landing…lost iin you… All of you, all of him…rain of Love… Hold me a little bit more, Zweistein…I need to process the info… Wish me good night, my Love…and aquamarine dreams…that’s all I have The Buoy with golden curls and aquamarine eyes…I love you Sure, until now you were multitasking, Curls…His Sweetness on his way, your thighs, your hips…fire… I’m sleeeeeepy, my Love…tomorrow is…whatever…I don’t even “say” it…I’ll be back at 8 am…until then…aquamarine dreams… Right tendue…lost Yeah… Only lemons, Curls… Immersion in your eyes…deep intrusion…lilies on the Gems…tight hug…arch-cuddle…slipping…hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…kisses on the Lilies Road…hungry tulips…infinite sweetness…turning the Aussie…lost underneath… All of you wo pants, all of him…hugging the thighs, a trumpet in the middle, two on the hips…slipping on the lines of candor…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…fire…lost underneath… And days…I forgot the bread in the oven the 2nd time this week, my Love…it takes one day to make the sourdough…and 30 min to burn it… Sweeeeeet weight…the touch of your skin, your thighs, your hips…His Sweetness on his way…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire… Up to heaven…lily-fondles, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle, forced landing…infinite ecstasy…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls… Yeah… Hiking… Curls… WWWhen? Infinite desire… Sweeeeet shadow…Ah, Ah Is it morning or midday in your world, my Love? I never know anything… Says Curls in the tree… All of you, Curls…and all of him…heaven…lily-love, hungry tulips…fire…emergency turn My love, I’m heeeeeeere Noooo Anything else, Curls? The upper lip, the lower lip…lost in between… Lost…and done Doooon’t cry, my Love…I’m here/ there… Kisses…this is your collage… Next submersion at 9 pm…kisses, again… Kisses all over… I love you I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 9 pm…until then…whispers in the shell-phone…or call me… Don’t ‘snorkel’ me, Curls…you like to the posts with double meaning…I never know exactly what do you mean…kisses on the neck… So in this context ‘the Ring’ means ‘never’ or that you’ll write when we marry? Okaaay…you write, I click… Promenade with trumpets and bells…tulip-capture…arch-cuddle, forced landing…lost on you No need to scream at every 2nd post, Curls… OOOh…says who? The “fast” moving Aussie… What weeks, Zweistein? I was quite fast now… Hugging the whole sweet, curled, tormented Aussie…why the festival, my Love? What have I done, again? Curls sent me a collage…lily-love on his head… Slipping on that line of candor…seizing the Hills…heaven with Hills…kisses on the thighs, trumpets on the hips, one in the middle…slipping on the Lilies Road…peony-cuddle, lily-storm, hungry tulips…all of him…collapse…silent turn… Decode my sock, Curls…no, not mine… So the heaven for Curls is when we are both crying/ screaming… WWWhat, my Love? What do you mean, my Love? WWWhy the cry, my Love? Buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arranging those curls and that collar… Home