Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Lost on your thighs, up to heaven…kisses on the lines of candor, up on His Sweetness…lily-storm, vampire tulips…arch-cuddle…forced landing…The pulse…infinite ecstasy…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breathe, my Love? AAArticulate, Curls…I don’t understand… His Sweetness knows his way…sweeet intrusion…The Pulse…lily prison, lily-cuddles…fire… Hold me a little bit… How was/ is your day, my Love? your heart, your soul? Rain of Love on The Path…hugging the Kids…slipping on that line of candor…a wink and a lily on his head…tulip-capture…The Center of the Universe…lost What can I do, my Love? I slip again…celestial perspective…kisses on the thighs up to heaven…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…The Pulse…fire…silent turn… I explode when I slip on the tender sides, detour on the Hills, immerse in the Valley…when I kiss those beautiful thighs…I burn on the Lilies Road, up on His Sweetness…and tulip-capture…collapse… I explode when I feel that steady, focused energy of yours…and when you switch to higgledy-piggledy mode…when I see the avalanche of golden curls…when I hear your voice, that accent…that impertinent and wilde sense of humour…my gold and aquamarine miracle… Well…there’re a lot of details, my Love… Curls…I love you more that you could make me jealous…I am your twin soul… Is it part of the festival, you, most beloved? We are both close to 60…right…you’re 4 yrs younger – that explains the infantile reaction… Curls…what happened to you account? I see now something like a nested account – with an avalanche of mollies… My most beloved and curled, I’m heeeeeeere…deep intrusion, tight hug The One I love Don’t know what to do, what to say…kisses again Doooon’t be angry, my Love…I’m here/ there but I’m tired… I don’t understand, my Love… WWWhat have I done, my Love? Why do you ‘movie’ me? I love you Hold me a little bit, my Love…I feel lost when you’re upside down…His Sweetness knows his way… Lilied and imprisoned…kisses…I love you I go back to bed, my Love…Curls doesn’t want to “speak” with me… Infinite desire…arch-cuddle…sweeeet intrusion…collapse The server is slow again, my Love… What triggered the festival, my Love? Don’t play mean, my Love…I don’t buy it… Swimming up on the Culprits…with trumpets and big bells… My Curls… What is my Love doing now? Your heart, your soul? I am worried, you, most beloved…I cannot sleep…infinite Love…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…arch-cuddle… The One I love Yeah…I go to bed, so I’ll be quiet, my Love…kisses I recall again and again the moments – the first time when I saw your photo…the avalanche of the golden curls…you were Apollo – the Aussie version – and I didn’t know when I saw the statue in the park…when you made me run at 7 am waiting for your call…gold and aquamarine My beautiful Curls…Where is the golden smile? Hugging the whole sweet, curled, extremely complicated Aussie…kisses on the swan lines, arch-cuddle… If I submerse you turn the Kids on me… I don’t know what to “say”, what to do, my Love…It hurts and tires me out, Curls…I go to bed…I’ll be back at 8 am…I love you WWWhy is it so hard to call me, my Love? Am I really so radioactive? I was reading the Sweet Aussie Daily news quietly…trying to figure out the reason behind the outburst of pain…but Curls in unpredictable… At least don’t ‘movie’ me, my Love… And if you would call me… Parallel lives? Don’t keep repeating that…it’s like you want that…and it is not even true…we merge in the Gemini corridor… OOOh, my Love…what on earth do you mean with/ by ‘The ring’? Can I speak, Curls? Okaaay Loving you…lost in sweets… Infinite desire…hot velvet, hot hardness…the captive pulse…lily-cuddles…lost in you… Dérriere to dérriere dialogue… Home