03 dezembro 2007


Sonhei um dia

Contigo a meu lado.

Os nossos olhares se encontraram,

Nossas bocas se juntaram,

Em beijos loucos de paixão,

Que se perderam

Naquele horizonte sem fim.


Era uma tarde de Março

Quase igual a tantas outras.

Sonho ainda e o meu corpo estremece.

Sinto a tua falta, viciada em ti.

Os meus lábios procuram os teus,

Beijo-te e acordo,

Mas não te encontro junto a mim.


Tardes

Tardes de louca paixão

Naquele quarto junto ao mar,

Sonhei um dia te amar.

Amar sempre no entardecer

E perder-me de sonhos agarrada a ti,

Pernas entrelaçadas,

Com o meu corpo impregnado de ti.

O teu cheiro na minha pele,

A tua boca na minha,

sedenta de ti.


Tardes,

Tardes sem fim

Tardes,

Tardes sem ti

Sozinha, aqui, perdi-me de ti.

Mas sonho, as tuas mãos percorrendo o meu corpo,

O teu cheiro invadindo-me a alma,

Quase te sinto junto a mim...


Mas não estás...

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Loving

I'm here trying to realise that what happen some days ago wasn't a dream, it was real, but it's difficult. When I remember all the things we said, all the things we feel... it seems like a dream!!! A beautiful dream!!! I can't imagine better moment than that one, even the day we met wasn't like this, so good. If they ask me what have I done on this week-end, I'll answer I was just loving, and that's all.

22 novembro 2007

Trying to control myself

Here, trying to control my emotions, trying to hold my paine, isn't easy. All those moments we spend togheter, all those kisses, all those plans... just on my head, just placed in my own world, lived by myself, all alone. I wish I could just make it real, have you by my side, spend hours telling you how much I need, love and want you, how much I care, telling that I'm with you even when you're so far away, that I can't get you out of my mind, even if I wanted to... 'cause I can see you even when my eyes are closed, 'cause I would be here even if you told me that you hated me. I wish you could understand that every day I left behind without you is my sacrifice, my sin. Perhaps I should just say it, but maybe you will never hear half of what I realy feel when I see you walk on my direction, maybe you will never miss the floor beneath your feet like I do, when I left all my fantasy and realise that when you' re with me, I will just have a friend by my side, someone who cares about me but doesn't love me, not like I do. By my side? Yes, but not at all, not 4 ever. Maybe you're asking yourself why am I writing this and not just say it, but how can I say something when I'm lost in your eyes? How can I show you what I feel when just your smile put me out of control? I don't know when this dillemma is gonna ending empress, but even in the end I will be there.

20 novembro 2007

O que é o erotismo?


EROTISMO: amor sensual, lúbrico;
amor físico, prazer e desejo sexual distintos da procriação;
exaltação de tudo o que é referente ao desejo sexual;
paixão amorosa.


Isso é o que diz o dicionário... E para voces o que significa o erotismo???

Prazer? Amor? Desejo?


Deixa que a tua mente flua. Diz o que sentes quando ouves a palavra ERÓTICO ou EROTISMO.


Deixa que o teu corpo fale por si. Sente-te bonita, sexy, desejável.


U deserve it

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