tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376736196735877992011-11-27T15:45:20.766-08:00A Sintonia perfeita da Alma e do Corpo...Administradornoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-43433438162758066272009-10-02T02:06:00.000-07:002009-10-03T13:58:59.091-07:002009-10-03T13:58:59.091-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thkk33vKd4Q/SsXDpMdOoQI/AAAAAAAAADo/kksuXa--TMw/s1600-h/mulherred2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_thkk33vKd4Q/SsXDpMdOoQI/AAAAAAAAADo/kksuXa--TMw/s400/mulherred2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387927641704538370" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ardente, o teu corpo contorcia-se de prazer,</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>na loucura que a linha do teu corpo desenhava...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Soltavas os cabelos e mordias os lábios</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>num gemido agudo e selvagem...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Acordavas nos movimentos</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>a côr vermelha do extase...</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dançavas uma dança sem nome</b></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>num corpo aberto ao imaginário...</b></span></span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Barão de Campos</b></span></span></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-4343343816275806627?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lmrVzh7ytThX58puV4wDlAaLqhI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lmrVzh7ytThX58puV4wDlAaLqhI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lmrVzh7ytThX58puV4wDlAaLqhI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lmrVzh7ytThX58puV4wDlAaLqhI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/A0IJTf_8uwk" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-sei-como-te-definir.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-67161056824462892009-03-23T06:27:00.000-07:002009-03-23T06:58:38.322-07:002009-03-23T06:58:38.322-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thkk33vKd4Q/SceVe1Z6KRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7SObhc_PdDs/s1600-h/mulheramor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382242098522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_thkk33vKd4Q/SceVe1Z6KRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7SObhc_PdDs/s400/mulheramor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Quentes os teus lábios inflamam</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>todo o meu corpo...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Doces, os teus olhos são desejo e abrigo</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>na noite cansada e fria...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Meiga, a tua voz embala-me</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>numa melodia constante...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Consciente da inconsciência do prazer,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>o desejo é fúria na ânsia</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>dos orgasmos sem controle...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Dentro da noite germina a madrugada</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>dos pensamentos, dos sentimentos e</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>projectos...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Os teus olhos parecem ausentes,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>vazios de esperança...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>No meu olhar cresce o desejo </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>de te amar além do prazer...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Amar-te com Amor...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Alma na Alma,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>sem o vício dos corpos...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-6716105682446289?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QD1zScqtnjH3Y0-TN5FRKlf18Wo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QD1zScqtnjH3Y0-TN5FRKlf18Wo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QD1zScqtnjH3Y0-TN5FRKlf18Wo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QD1zScqtnjH3Y0-TN5FRKlf18Wo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/tlz6QuBwl9A" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-e-prazer.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-60788154257423008712009-01-11T08:40:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.585-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.585-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SWok2JX9bjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Qny6xcOVeTA/s1600-h/selvagemebela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290081224948018738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SWok2JX9bjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Qny6xcOVeTA/s400/selvagemebela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar, a tua boca tece, àvida,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>o calor húmido e doce...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar, o teu gemido cala o som das esferas...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar, a tua dança extasiante,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>confunde o espaço e o tempo...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar, amor, paixão e sexo,</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>não terão nenhum sentido...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar, serás o imaginário nunca imaginado...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Em algum lugar...</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-6078815425742300871?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HSqOKrsYnnCtJaFj97ALxXUZkjc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HSqOKrsYnnCtJaFj97ALxXUZkjc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HSqOKrsYnnCtJaFj97ALxXUZkjc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HSqOKrsYnnCtJaFj97ALxXUZkjc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/l4RigYgFYL0" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2009/01/lugares-sem-nome.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-4134925015991777022009-01-11T08:10:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.568-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.568-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SWonZ4hwpYI/AAAAAAAAA3o/18rFFxuQ3yw/s1600-h/mulhersensual2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084037924267394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SWonZ4hwpYI/AAAAAAAAA3o/18rFFxuQ3yw/s400/mulhersensual2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/SWoftKpLm_I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0nun3GJ0Nag/s1600-h/mulhersensual2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center">A forma como pintas os lábios, o movimento que anima cada gesto,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">desperta os mais insuspeitados e contidos desejos...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">A forma como soltas o cabelo e te insinuas,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">conhecendo os efeitos que provocas...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Tudo em ti enfurece o corpo e incendeia a mente,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">como se o prazer fosse o objectivo supremo...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Pudesse a vida conter uma dimensão inconsequente,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">onde penetrar-te fosse apenas cumprir o desejo...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-413492501599177702?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DVUz5AXimKC9I9taLqNKOY7dlVU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DVUz5AXimKC9I9taLqNKOY7dlVU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DVUz5AXimKC9I9taLqNKOY7dlVU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DVUz5AXimKC9I9taLqNKOY7dlVU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/exddK35u5qE" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-gestos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-44475761206661888252008-04-02T15:40:00.000-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.603-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.603-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R_QPFl2OhfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8ADCf6mFFao/s1600-h/beleza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184785659743602162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R_QPFl2OhfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8ADCf6mFFao/s320/beleza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Lábios dançando como serpentes, na procura do calor denso e aveludado</div><br /><div align="center">Lábios entrelaçados nos refúgios do prazer indizível</div><br /><div align="center">Lábios no olhar desenhando o trajecto do desejo ardente</div><br /><div align="center">Lábios nos Lábios, Olhos nos Olhos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-4447576120666188825?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7JjH31lJqU6dwGK6F-3r9a7dY1M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7JjH31lJqU6dwGK6F-3r9a7dY1M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7JjH31lJqU6dwGK6F-3r9a7dY1M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7JjH31lJqU6dwGK6F-3r9a7dY1M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/62JIdKWxKXU" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com1http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/04/olhos-nos-olhos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-72285237037105652882008-03-03T15:34:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.544-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.544-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R8yOPe5UeQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AXlCL2nVw4A/s1600-h/nua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173666468584519938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R8yOPe5UeQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AXlCL2nVw4A/s200/nua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Adormeces nas palavras o sentido que as anima,<br /></div><div align="center">acordas nos sentidos o prazer inconsequente...<br /></div><div align="center">Aqueces dentro de ti o meu desejo,<br /></div><div align="center">inventas-me um nome para uma outra identidade...<br /></div><div align="center">Tudo em mim deixa de ser-me,<br /></div><div align="center">nestas paragens onde tu deambulas<br /></div><div align="center">na tua nudez ostensiva e possessiva...<br /></div><div align="center">Gemes de prazer dentro do meu silêncio...<br /></div><div align="center">Talvez, existam mil olhos a observar-me,<br /></div><div align="center">talvez, consigas levar-me contigo,<br /></div><div align="center">para longe dos meus fantasmas de criança...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-7228523703710565288?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HT9LpLW5EDk6mdMoTV0zhwlac8I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HT9LpLW5EDk6mdMoTV0zhwlac8I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HT9LpLW5EDk6mdMoTV0zhwlac8I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HT9LpLW5EDk6mdMoTV0zhwlac8I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/N_fVDS5Y9Kw" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/03/inexplicavel.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-61684945917002385242008-02-22T03:19:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.527-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.527-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R76y831cKjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/v8zeUSi7r7M/s1600-h/mulherlindarostooculto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169766181117897266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R76y831cKjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/v8zeUSi7r7M/s200/mulherlindarostooculto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Adormecia no calor dos teus lábios, aguardando uma palavra mágica, capaz de alterar a ordem do universo...<br />No teu olhar habitavam mil fantasmas, talvez por isso, nunca sentiste verdadeiramente a minha humanidade...<br />Nunca entendi a tua beleza e o seu contraste...<br />Quando amavas parecia que odiavas...<br />Excitante, rosácea, a tua pele tinha uma linguagem,<br />nos teus olhos profundos viviam sonhos desejados,<br />mortos à nascença por estranhas memórias negras...<br />Tudo em ti se harmonizava numa luta de contrários, sem tréguas...<br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-6168494591700238524?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9roAm87YqZbKj5cLh97rdH1aA-g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9roAm87YqZbKj5cLh97rdH1aA-g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9roAm87YqZbKj5cLh97rdH1aA-g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9roAm87YqZbKj5cLh97rdH1aA-g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/dPSN4jsidKM" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com1http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/02/nos-teus-labios.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-35134899357692871412008-02-16T15:41:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.511-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.511-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7d3-X1cKMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hrOCSpTNDnw/s1600-h/mulhernovo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167731010864687298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7d3-X1cKMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hrOCSpTNDnw/s200/mulhernovo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Imagino-te debruçada sobre o meu corpo,<br />atiçando com as tuas meias pretas o meu lado selvagem...<br />Todo o teu corpo respira o odor a desejo...<br />Anoiteces no bosque do imaginário,<br />acordando o prazer sem grades...<br /><br />Imagino-te na doçura quente e sussurrante da tua voz,<br />quero-te por um instante, um momento único,<br />talvez, entrar dentro de ti,<br />seja a comunhão com o absoluto,<br />a única forma de afugentar a morte... </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-3513489935769287141?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K--8AI2hlrImB8PkHc9c-9g79Ak/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K--8AI2hlrImB8PkHc9c-9g79Ak/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K--8AI2hlrImB8PkHc9c-9g79Ak/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K--8AI2hlrImB8PkHc9c-9g79Ak/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/zUmp0CHg0XA" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/02/paisagem-de-mulher.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-54342116124049510102008-02-16T03:53:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.494-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.494-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7bVDX1cKHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FeWFOwDE1VA/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167551876368705650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7bVDX1cKHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FeWFOwDE1VA/s200/mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Olhos rasgados na suavidade do teu rosto,<br />mordes os lábios húmidos e intensos,<br />tudo em ti se articula numa aura de desejo,<br />desenhas com os gestos os códigos mais secretos...<br /><br />Não sei o teu nome,<br />talvez tenhas um nome que tenha nascido antes de ti,<br />um nome capaz de criar tanta beleza...<br />Talvez, o teu nome esteja gravado no sonho<br />mais íntimo de cada homem...<br /><br />A tua voz é um som que atravessava o ar<br />causando um arrepio quase sólido...<br />O teu sorriso é brando e cauteloso,<br />como se escondesse algo magico...<br /><br />Impregnas o espaço com o teu cheiro de Mulher,<br />seduzes com a naturalidade de uma flor,<br />brilhas com a beleza de uma estrela... </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-5434211612404951010?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GkligPnOoLoFZisCa6lDNQKKHAo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GkligPnOoLoFZisCa6lDNQKKHAo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GkligPnOoLoFZisCa6lDNQKKHAo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GkligPnOoLoFZisCa6lDNQKKHAo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/pcHrQyoyCN4" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-encanto-dos-teus-gestos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-71206510703626941852008-02-15T17:21:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.475-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.475-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7bOn31cKGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0kFflwL7-js/s1600-h/mulhervermelho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167544806852536418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7bOn31cKGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0kFflwL7-js/s200/mulhervermelho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Amanhã, talvez...<br />Sorva os teus lábios nos meus,<br />acaricie os teus longos cabelos no meu peito nu...<br />Beije os teus seios quentes e hirtos...<br /><br />Amanhã, talvez...<br />Envolva o teu corpo no meu,<br />sinta a humidade quente do prazer aberto em ti...<br /><br />Amanhã, talvez...<br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /> </div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-7120651070362694185?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bTO9oq1eVE7FayyqLmIhkVJaxwU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bTO9oq1eVE7FayyqLmIhkVJaxwU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bTO9oq1eVE7FayyqLmIhkVJaxwU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bTO9oq1eVE7FayyqLmIhkVJaxwU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/JgJ6AD-QWKQ" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/02/amanha-talvez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537673619673587799.post-60375752575167931982008-02-15T16:32:00.000-08:002009-03-15T13:12:43.451-07:002009-03-15T13:12:43.451-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7Y0KX1cKDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0wM1VuozRug/s1600-h/mulherpenumbra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167374975255717938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cp8r6jQpf5s/R7Y0KX1cKDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0wM1VuozRug/s200/mulherpenumbra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fixava o meu olhar no teu rosto de boneca pintada,<br />iniciava a viagem pelo teu corpo no sentido mais longo...<br />Saboreava o calor dos teus lábios no volume da tua língua vermelha e quente,<br />agitávamos os nossos corpos em contrações ofegantes...<br /><br />Sustinhamos a respiração, talvez para enfurecer o desejo,<br />ou para amordaçar um pouco mais o prazer...<br />Penetrava o teu corpo na intensidade dos teus gemidos...<br /><br />Mulher de mil Noites e lugares,<br />Espasmo ardente na dança dos sentidos...<br />Rosto de Boneca Pintada no calor de uma voz que rasgava a pele... </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br /><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/537673619673587799-6037575257516793198?l=pensardesejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUUHZ1e9mStamhFwOh95xeJdWV0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUUHZ1e9mStamhFwOh95xeJdWV0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUUHZ1e9mStamhFwOh95xeJdWV0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QUUHZ1e9mStamhFwOh95xeJdWV0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PensarDesejo/~4/4gIRxgpAJAQ" height="1" width="1"/>Administradornoreply@blogger.com0http://pensardesejo.blogspot.com/2008/02/rosto-de-boneca-pintada.html