tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50666817106353390802011-04-21T12:02:51.493-07:00Um blog perfumado, sensual, poético e intensamente feminino... à flor da pele, exalando versos, despertando emoções e explorando sensações...Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-14840340374397331712008-11-27T16:53:00.000-08:002008-11-27T17:00:13.232-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273506608471830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS9CUfajbiI/AAAAAAAAANo/6eEj7lk4_14/s320/26863_im_grande.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quanto mais me vejo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mais te descubro em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e reconheço em meu olhar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>o melhor que habita em ti.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quanto mais me ouço</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mais te escuto ecoando em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e percebo em meus gemidos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>o âmago do teu prazer.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quanto mais salivo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mais te provo, te devoro</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e saboreio em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>o gosto da tua pele.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quanto mais eu gozo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mais sinto teu gozo em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e no calor de minhas entranhas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>está o teu melhor perfume.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quanto mais me toco</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mais te excito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>pois em mim reside</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>a essência do teu prazer...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1484034037439733171?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-47411190921267547862008-11-27T16:49:00.000-08:002008-11-27T16:52:17.804-08:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273504802173797074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS9ArWbiwtI/AAAAAAAAANg/oYURZt7goBc/s320/NatArt_(Natalia_Artemieva)_3a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me ficar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>na inquietação dos teus braços</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e ser a tua ardente companhia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>nas noites de amor e magia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me estar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>entre os teus lábios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e senti-lo em minhas entranhas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>num ritual de sonhos e artimanhas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me permanecer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>nas tuas veias loucas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e entorpecer-te a boca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>de beijos e encantos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me estar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>na ponta das tuas digitais</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e esvoaçar por tua pele</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>todo meu fascínio e acalanto</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me cavalgar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>em galopes por teu corpo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e destemida, entoar-te</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>o meu mais doce canto...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me estar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>nas brumas da tua madrugada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e deitar contigo, ser amada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>como jamais ambos sonhamos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Deixa-me estar assim...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>como um feitiço,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>como um segredo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>na luz eterna do teu olhar!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4741119092126754786?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-53892792131362633012008-11-27T16:43:00.000-08:002008-11-27T16:49:17.939-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8_UrO4z5I/AAAAAAAAANY/CUrGgv8rouY/s1600-h/1121952asal_na_lua22311.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273503313109241746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8_UrO4z5I/AAAAAAAAANY/CUrGgv8rouY/s320/1121952asal_na_lua22311.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Vai alta no céu a lua,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>doce amiga dos poetas.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Penso e ti, em nossos momentos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>e dentro de mim estou completa.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Embriago-me de lembranças</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>que me vêm feito as vagas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>iluminadas pela lua cheia.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E nesse sentir tão mágico</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>percebo agora que sou teus olhos. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><br />Atordoam-me os pensamentos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>insanos arrepios a me percorrer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>e, neste instante tão imenso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>sinto ser tua pele, a me envolver</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>com o nosso mais doce prazer...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ondula-me nas veias</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>um reconhecível e singular ser.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Atrevida memória a me seduzir...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E por um breve momento,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mais sentido, mais intenso,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>sinto que sou você...</strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></p></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><div align="center"><br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-5389279213136263301?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-85981630068439130032008-11-27T16:34:00.000-08:002008-11-27T16:43:13.873-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8-aQHABrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/r_lP3whg5OM/s1600-h/coracao_rodas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273502309395990194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8-aQHABrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/r_lP3whg5OM/s320/coracao_rodas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>Só me sinto plena quando,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>apesar da distância,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>sinto em meu peito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>o latejar do teu coração</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>junto ao meu, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>no mesmo descompasso,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>prevendo o afago e o abraço...<br /></strong></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8598163006843913003?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-15284739687683097152008-11-27T13:59:00.000-08:002008-11-27T14:16:03.869-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8cE-F7ulI/AAAAAAAAANI/UssZE4IrA3I/s1600-h/mo%C3%A7a.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273464560387078738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8cE-F7ulI/AAAAAAAAANI/UssZE4IrA3I/s320/mo%C3%A7a.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Desejos que latejam intensamente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e tatuam de pecados a pele nua </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>de forma impura e indecente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Juras de encantamento e sedução </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>que se perdem entre coxas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e delírios de insana paixão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Saliva que sagra os lábios pagãos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>molha os anseios mais ocultos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>e escorre na irresistível tentação </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Cadência de corpos se entregando</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>a movimentos de puro prazer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>o amor profano a acontecer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>E mais uma vez atravesso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>a transparência do teu oceano</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>ao me deixar seduzir, sem engano</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>atordoada e feliz da vida</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>incandescente e atrevida</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>sigo sem olhar para trás...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>a vida me ensina a acreditar nesse sonho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>de amor, ternura e paz<br />que docemente me satisfaz...<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1528473968768309715?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-39068983875936427022008-11-27T13:55:00.000-08:002008-11-27T13:59:15.392-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8X-YuMZUI/AAAAAAAAANA/zaugQ1cRUjk/s1600-h/mulheres.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273460049229669698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8X-YuMZUI/AAAAAAAAANA/zaugQ1cRUjk/s320/mulheres.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Amo-te tanto, ainda hoje</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me visto de vermelho, </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>em manhãs plenas de luz,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>em que tua voz me desperta,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>me abala e me seduz</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>(uma canção em sonhos)</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>como se fora te abraçar</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>com a alma feliz e liberta...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Amo-te ainda, e tanto, e mais...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>um amor sem asas, nada fugaz</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tecido de ausências</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>de ânsia e de saudades,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>que vive nas lembranças</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>de doces e infindas tardes...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E se desperto contigo,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>mesmo em meu pensar,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>canto o meu amor atrevido</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e vou pelo dia, colorindo a vida</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>com o meu querer, com o teu amar...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-3906898387593642702?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-54073612388783975022008-11-27T13:53:00.000-08:002008-11-27T13:55:40.197-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8XJsOFBfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49ecHb1pCDw/s1600-h/1874125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273459143930611186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8XJsOFBfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/49ecHb1pCDw/s320/1874125.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Reservei a parte mais doce do meu corpo</span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">para que você encaixe sua boca bem devagar</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">e deixe tatuada nela toda a sua paixão...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-5407361238878397502?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-43926465090403356872008-11-27T13:48:00.000-08:002008-11-27T13:52:50.332-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8Wq75JEiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uaZk_rUYbn0/s1600-h/tocababy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273458615561818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8Wq75JEiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uaZk_rUYbn0/s320/tocababy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Na minha boca</div><br /><div>A ânsia do desejo</div><br /><div>Desperta os instintos</div><br /><div>Instiga fantasias</div><br /><div>Provoca secreções</div><br /><div><br />Na minha boca</div><br /><div>Gemidos incontidos</div><br /><div>Sussurros e silêncios</div><br /><div>Pedidos obscenos</div><br /><div><br />Na minha boca</div><br /><div>Tua língua intrusa</div><br /><div>Me faz desfalecer</div><br /><div>Entregue aos sentidos</div><br /><div>Olhar de perdição</div><br /><div><br />Na minha boca</div><br /><div>Cada milímetro da tua pele</div><br /><div>Revisitada e reconhecida</div><br /><div>Banhada de luxúria leve</div><br /><div><br />Na minha boca</div><br /><div>Teu falo agasalhado</div><br /><div>Cresce com o teu desejo</div><br /><div>Pulsa poderoso</div><br /><div>Inundando de prazer</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>a minha boca... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4392646509040335687?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-72895936970009444322008-11-27T13:44:00.000-08:002008-11-27T13:47:48.119-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8VZROIrWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/STLii0IU51o/s1600-h/Alexandr_Zadiraka_7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273457212537744738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8VZROIrWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/STLii0IU51o/s320/Alexandr_Zadiraka_7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Ardem os sonhos</strong></span></div><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>que fremem o coração</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>agiganta-se a paixão...<br />agitam-se os desejos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>prolongam-se as emoções</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>alongam-se os beijos...</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>luzem estrelas em mim</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>e um fino véu de encantamento</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>ameiga a pele de ambos</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>que queima, em fantasias</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>ah! quanta alegria</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>dissolver essa bruma</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>e ter-te tão místico e tão perto de mim<br />vibram os músculosas células, </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>os átomosos sentires, os fazeres</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>os lábios e a pele nua...<br />e nas almas, em sintonia</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>ecoam, suaves e lentos,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>intensos murmúriosde amor... </strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7289593697000944432?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-47097935148087872342008-11-27T13:42:00.000-08:002008-11-27T13:44:05.699-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8Um5ltemI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i_WVhtHn-qc/s1600-h/CASAL+COM+O+DORSO+NU.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273456347200715362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SS8Um5ltemI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i_WVhtHn-qc/s320/CASAL+COM+O+DORSO+NU.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4709793514808787234?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-41119039825554119782008-09-14T13:15:00.000-07:002008-09-14T13:17:58.760-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1xWlPi3cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v3bVyRKVO1g/s1600-h/cama.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245973773724868034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1xWlPi3cI/AAAAAAAAAJU/v3bVyRKVO1g/s320/cama.bmp" width="429" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Suas carícias, feito lâminas leves</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">torturam, arranham minha pele...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">rasgo a tarde em gemidos breves...</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Flor Poeta</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4111903982555411978?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-63011700978068878902008-09-14T13:04:00.000-07:002008-09-14T13:10:01.433-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1vSI4u-TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/96i7oVKshek/s1600-h/Norbert%2520Guthier.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245971498370267442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1vSI4u-TI/AAAAAAAAAJM/96i7oVKshek/s320/Norbert%2520Guthier.jpg" width="349" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>Trago em mim</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>incontáveis desejos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>a ansiedade por seus beijos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>o amor feito em sonhos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>por tantas e tantas vezes</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>com ternura e muito tesão</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>seu gosto em minha boca</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>sem nunca tê-lo provado</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>é um sintoma de minha paixão</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>observe meu sorriso</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>de quem espera pelo amante</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>da forma mais doce e mais quente</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>a pele dominada pelo arrepio</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>os lábios abertos, no corpo o cio</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>a expectativa de um beijo ardente</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>em minha nudez, ainda não vista</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>guardo o anseio de senti-lo por inteiro</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>corpo, alma, suor e desejos...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-6301170097806887890?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-36271577680488244152008-09-14T12:59:00.000-07:002008-09-14T13:02:37.774-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1twZWS5GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FBxvwZI39nI/s1600-h/Danapra_1_a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245969819162043490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="350" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1twZWS5GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FBxvwZI39nI/s320/Danapra_1_a.jpg" width="384" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Faço de meu poema</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>uma coisa delicada e fina</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>concebo uma estrofe menina</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>pronta para vir ao mundo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>uma síntese de algo mais profundo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>que engloba motivos diversos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e se possa dizer em simples versos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>tudo o que já sabem os poetas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>mas que ocultam no âmago do ser</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>as palavras tão cheias de magia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>gestando com calma a poesia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>alimentada por sensações</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>colhidas no dia a dia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Esse poema nascerá na hora certa</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>brindando à vida e à alma do poeta...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-3627157768048824415?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-85819404073150124422008-09-14T12:51:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:56:12.935-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1sQayNsVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f7E2qLM3-7Y/s1600-h/bbjo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245968170280137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1sQayNsVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f7E2qLM3-7Y/s320/bbjo.bmp" width="318" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Vem, poeta dos desejos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>deitar teus sonhos todos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>no colo sensual de meu poema</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e receber cada um de meus beijos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>que te esperam há muito tempo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>guardados em versos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>em meus lábios serenos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Vem me dar o prazer</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>de navegar em teu corpo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e realizar os sonhos mais loucos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>tão íntimos, tão nossos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>em momentos de êxtase total</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>em delírios de um gozo animal</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Sou eu a própria poesia</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>que te envolve e te seduz</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e faz rimas em cada espaço</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>de teu corpo repleto de luz</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e te envolve num abraço</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>incorporando-te ao poema</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>numa fusão de almas plenas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>És agora parte de mim</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>poeta e poesia, </em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>a fusão da paixão</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>unidos estamos, </em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>num gozo sem fim...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8581940407315012442?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-79596277919582949482008-09-14T12:47:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:51:24.323-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"></span></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1rJ_epyFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GOlE3F-nlQ8/s1600-h/18215a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245966960359491666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1rJ_epyFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GOlE3F-nlQ8/s320/18215a.jpg" width="374" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>Reinvento o amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>e ele reverterá as sombras</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>tecedo novas cores</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>em dias de sonhos e sabores</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>Esse amor que alimento</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>se refaz a cada dia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>em cada beijo que dorme</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>na paz de meus lábios serenos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>O amor que eu recrio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>é feito de alma e fantasia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>de desequilíbrio e malícia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>pois todo amor é meio equilibrista</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>e se sustém por um fio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>às vezes no espaço vazio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>Esse amor recém-nascido</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>de um outro amor já aflito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>do desconcerto dos desejos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>agora tem muito mais poder</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>de se doar por inteiro</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>que todo amor sabe doer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>e voltar no tempo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>a fim de se refazer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>Por esse amor que recupero</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>deixo meu grito mais austero</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>e a semente de minha ilusão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>ele mora nas palavras</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>que fluem de meu coração</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>nas lembranças mais amenas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>na linha oscilante do querer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>e renasce todo dia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>a cada novo amanhecer...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7959627791958294948?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-49106108804930112122008-09-14T12:42:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:47:11.310-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1qC2kFlLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jgXmygI8Fhk/s1600-h/pintura.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245965738195653810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1qC2kFlLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jgXmygI8Fhk/s320/pintura.bmp" width="270" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Hoje as palavras me aparecem nuas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">em versos despurados, em rimas cruas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">abrindo-se em sorrisos provocantes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">atiçando o desejo dos amantes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">é o verbo que se despe por prazer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">o poema construído na hora de amar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">desse modo há o delírio, o gozar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">que inspira a poeta a se desnudar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">em versos, em vestes,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">em alma, ao se doar...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Flor Poeta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4910610880493011212?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-44293172019226124132008-09-14T12:34:00.000-07:002008-09-14T12:35:27.361-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1nc-jNq9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4TCEIp9bedg/s1600-h/42313_tamara2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245962888481188818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SM1nc-jNq9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/4TCEIp9bedg/s320/42313_tamara2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4429317201922612413?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-42503360958328674922008-05-09T07:33:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:38:09.263-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRhr9TV9OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OKB_wUEof_o/s1600-h/mulher%2520ao%2520colo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198387277710357730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRhr9TV9OI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OKB_wUEof_o/s320/mulher%2520ao%2520colo.jpg" width="314" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Chega-me assim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tão de surpresa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>convida-me</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>para uma dança</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>envolve-me inteira</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>da mais bela esperança</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>abraça-me pela cintura</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e nessa ânsia tão pura</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>dá-me a seiva de teus lábios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me despe com teus olhos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>só para teu deleite</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>faz com que tudo eu aceite</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>quer-me nua, torna-me tua</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>excita-me com teu beijo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e eu sinto teu desejo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>a me enlouquecer de prazer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e entre abraços e suspiros</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>faço-me tua musa no leito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>saciando minha fome</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>em teu colo, em teu peito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>transpirando junto a ti</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>depois do amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>deliciosamente feito...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4250336095832867492?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-24512602769799601512008-05-09T07:30:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:33:15.873-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRgi9TV9NI/AAAAAAAAAII/O7RaZ043Bj4/s1600-h/canticodasbrisas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198386023579907282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRgi9TV9NI/AAAAAAAAAII/O7RaZ043Bj4/s320/canticodasbrisas.jpg" width="380" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Amar-te e continuar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>minha caminhada imaginária</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>sem perturbar tuas manhãs</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de paz ou solidão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de alegria ou desilusão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>amar-te e deixar-te livre</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>esta é minha missão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>solidamente construída</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>em momentos de reflexão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>noite a noite, sem descanso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>consciente de minha distância</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>mesmo que não percebas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>meu amor feito de sonhos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>perfumado pela brisa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>pleno de medo e fantasia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>ali estarei, sempre</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>como se pudesse</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>florir em ti meu desejo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>como se a cada dia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>pousasse em tua boca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>meus lábios, para um beijo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>e assim sigo te amando</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>feito pássaro insuspeito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>a observar as águas mansas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de um rio cursando seu leito...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-2451260276979960151?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-16062562298082882112008-05-09T07:26:00.001-07:002008-05-09T07:29:36.034-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRfwdTV9MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8KIHz27oB6A/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198385155996513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRfwdTV9MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8KIHz27oB6A/s320/Amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Ainda que a vida me cale</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">e de mim só reste a sombra</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">ainda que persiga tuas palavras</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">em busca de consolo à minha dor</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">ainda que siga teus passos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">por caminhos frios e tortuosos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">ainda que me arrependa</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">de prosseguir nessa insensatez</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">de te amar sem ter esperanças</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">de ter teu beijo apenas em lembranças</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">mesmo assim, é teu nome</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">que trago preso à garganta</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">arranhando-me por dentro</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">na ânsia de ser dito</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">mais uma vez, num suspiro insano</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">de puro delírio por teu amor...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Flor Poeta</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1606256229808288211?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-91689118673734184622008-05-09T07:20:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:25:23.250-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCReydTV9LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/insS1FGtzus/s1600-h/Quadro_homem_nu_novo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198384090844624050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCReydTV9LI/AAAAAAAAAH4/insS1FGtzus/s320/Quadro_homem_nu_novo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que me venha esse homem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>depois de uma branda chuva</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me prenda de tarde</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>no abraço que arde</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>em sua teia de veludo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me fira com os lábios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me penetre em tudo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me ataque com os olhos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me sugue a alma</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e deixe sua marca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>para sempre em mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que me venha esse homem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>de músculos exatos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com um desejo árduo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com um cheiro de macho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me prenda de noite</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>em sua rede de abraços</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me perca em seus fios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me provoque arrepios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que me venha com força</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com gosto de desbravar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me faça de mata</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e mate a sede de me amar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me percorra devagar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me faça de rio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>de riso, de despertar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>para se deixar naufragar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>em cada curva do meu corpo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que me salve esse homem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com sua febre de fogo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que me prenda no espaço</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>de seu sonho mais louco</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e me deixe extasiada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>à beira do sufoco</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>liberando minha alma</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>aos seus apelos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>misturando-me</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>aos seus pêlos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>mostrando-me</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com seu desejo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>o verdadeiro</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sentido de amar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-9168911867373418462?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-2950964967175456342008-05-09T07:07:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:20:22.102-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRdVdTV9KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/s62N47L3dzQ/s1600-h/musa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198382493116789922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRdVdTV9KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/s62N47L3dzQ/s320/musa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>Enquanto a musa repousa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>em sereno e cândido leito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>esvai-se o poeta em versos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>deixando o amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>invadir seu peito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>tortura-se e rasga-se</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>em folhas rabiscadas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>o poeta esperançoso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>enquanto a musa sonha</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>com um amor mais que perfeito</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>tão insignificante o poeta</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>e suas rimas tão poucas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>suas palavras se fazem loucas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>diante do amor que sente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>e da musa, agora ausente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>repousa a musa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>e o poeta sangra</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>a musa sonha</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>e o poeta amansa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>cada verso que compõe</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>buscando a melodia</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>de rimas ricas de paixão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>provocando tanta emoção</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>em sua musa agora adormecida</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>amanhã, talvez o sol</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>se renda ao poema</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>mais luminoso que já se viu</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>pois o poeta se esmera</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>como nunca antes o fez</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>na expectativa de um sim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>de sua musa ao ser tocada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>pelos versos mais belos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>que o poeta construiu</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>amanhã, quem sabe</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>desperte a musa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>mais linda que a manhã</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>e sinta em seus lábios</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>como um beijo intenso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>os versos de amor noturno</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>de seu poeta apaixonado...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-295096496717545634?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-12050434787819799342008-05-09T06:47:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:06:36.868-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRaWdTV9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W1t3Z_KJanQ/s1600-h/casal_apaixonado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198379211761775762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="365" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRaWdTV9JI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W1t3Z_KJanQ/s320/casal_apaixonado.jpg" width="322" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Tanto já te desejei</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>que foge a mim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>o discernimento...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>neste momento</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>só sinto, só sou</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>só me dou</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>que se danem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>as convenções</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>as boas e más</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>intenções</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>que me dominem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>todos os desejos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e muitos e</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>tantos beijos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>sejam dados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>roubados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>presenteados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de ti, em ti, por ti...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e o fogo tome</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>conta de nós</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>em labaredas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>grandes chamas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>acesas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>a nos queimar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de prazer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e que os nós</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>sejam atados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>apertados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>nos desejos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e nos beijos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de nós dois</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>sem haver</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>antes ou depois</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e seja, enfim</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de puro tesão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>essa intensa</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e terna fusão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de corpos ardentes</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de bocas "calientes"</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>de fluidos indolentes</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e que se saciem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>as vontades</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>que se diluam</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>as verdades</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>no leito de amar</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>e que em cada amanhecer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>tenhamos mais e mais amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>por acontecer...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1205043478781979934?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-59488196805086118762008-05-09T06:12:00.000-07:002008-05-09T06:45:38.771-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRVW9TV9II/AAAAAAAAAHg/4bDkoWia0lc/s1600-h/bernhard_symbiosis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198373722793571458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/SCRVW9TV9II/AAAAAAAAAHg/4bDkoWia0lc/s320/bernhard_symbiosis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Usando tinta dourada</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">a cor da mais alta nobreza</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">escreva em minha pele clara</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">um poema de rara beleza</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">faça versos em meu corpo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">começando pela nuca</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">rimas descendo pelas costas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">deixando as palavras expostas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">transforme meu corpo em livro</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">matéria-prima da criação</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">com páginas de puro prazer</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">extasiando a imaginação</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">páginas macias e frescas</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">esperando pelos versos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">na barriga faça sonetos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">que viajem por universos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">aqui, em meu corpo-livro</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">não há limites nem censura</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">aqui podem ser escritos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">poemas de amor e ternura</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">também aceito em minha pele</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">o erotismo bem rimado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">a demonstração em palavras</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">do êxtase do ser amado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">e depois de percorrer</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">cada milímetro de pele</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">a escrever belos versos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">marcando meu corpo de leve</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">quero que este corpo-poema</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">seja pressionado contra o seu</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">num deleite de amor e sexo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">sem vocabulário e sem nexo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">para carimbar em sua pele</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">cada verso que em mim escreveu...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">* Poema inspirado no filme "O LIVRO DE CABECEIRA: O LIVROCORPO" </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(The Pillow Book) de Peter Greenaway e nas obras da poetisa japonesa Sei Shonagon.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Flor Poeta</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-5948819680508611876?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-38862900280006195962008-04-02T06:02:00.000-07:002008-04-02T06:04:48.427-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OEXYWkZuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9c0EHYlmb4U/s1600-h/CATWN3EWCABMYKCJCA11GLEZCACG8U7HCA41ERVGCAM7J2PHCAB4T1IVCAQIRKECCA7H7Z06CA33DTD3CAK432VYCA86WLNFCAGH2AASCAQP2VVDCALIDEQHCAH6SBEDCAF0526OCAGK9U6NCAQW7OZ3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184633133242541794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OEXYWkZuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9c0EHYlmb4U/s320/CATWN3EWCABMYKCJCA11GLEZCACG8U7HCA41ERVGCAM7J2PHCAB4T1IVCAQIRKECCA7H7Z06CA33DTD3CAK432VYCA86WLNFCAGH2AASCAQP2VVDCALIDEQHCAH6SBEDCAF0526OCAGK9U6NCAQW7OZ3.jpg" width="233" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>No arco-íris dos teus olhos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>imprimo sonhos tão reais</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>que tens a impressão de vê-los</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>à tua frente acontecerem.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Sonhos de nossos momentos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>tornando-se eternos, sem fim.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Sonhos impressos na alma</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>para jamais serem esquecidos.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Sonhos que vivemos acordados</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>para sempre nos manter unidos...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-3886290028000619596?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-5316301553738561552008-04-02T05:58:00.000-07:002008-04-02T06:07:08.235-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OD14WkZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BrDt8gYsdAk/s1600-h/casal8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184632557716924114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OD14WkZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/BrDt8gYsdAk/s320/casal8.jpg" width="375" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Busquei teu beijo, colei em ti</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>quando teu desejo em mim senti</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>e de prazer quase enlouqueci...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-531630155373856155?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-13774859017458648452008-04-02T05:54:00.001-07:002008-04-02T05:57:40.545-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OCQ4WkZsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Iaq50M1XHg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184630822550136514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_OCQ4WkZsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Iaq50M1XHg/s320/untitled.bmp" width="357" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Em um momento de sedução</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>tocas em mim e me levas pela mão</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>acomoda-me em teu olhar</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>mirando o mais profundo do meu ser</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>suavemente acaricia meu corpo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>causando arrepios de enlouquecer</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Em um gesto único, sem igual</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>desnudas minha pele, delicadamente</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>e faz-me prever, docemente</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>tudo que está por acontecer</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>o desejo aflora, as bocas se demoram</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>num roçar de línguas aflitas</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>sem precisar de palavras bonitas</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>apenas as almas falando por si</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Então, em teu colo me encaixo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>sinto teu desejo a me atingir por baixo</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>e deliro de prazer, de puro tesão</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>acelerando o pulsar de meu coração</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>levando-me ao gozo, em teu colo gostoso...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1377485901745864845?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-81204623808836190602008-04-02T05:39:00.000-07:002008-04-02T05:44:25.918-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_N_jIWkZrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZT-vlFwZq5U/s1600-h/lbmep13ci7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184627837547865778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_N_jIWkZrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZT-vlFwZq5U/s320/lbmep13ci7.jpg" width="347" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Desfilo em teu peito</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>toda a sutileza de meus versos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>acato todos os teus pedidos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>suplicando que te faças</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>o homem mais feliz do universo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>amo-te inteiro, pleno, por completo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>não deixo de tocar</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>nem um pedacinho de ti</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>cubro teu corpo com o meu</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>serenamente, levo-te ao apogeu</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>na delicadeza de meus atos</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>concluo meu jogo de sedução</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>sinto que és meu, e sou tua</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>unidos estamos por tanta paixão</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>desejos envoltos em véus de ternura</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>sublime querer, que os sentidos apura</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e na entrega sutil e delicada</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>as almas se fundem, e se confundem</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>como se tivessem nascido juntas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e agora se reencontram</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>para nunca mais se deixarem</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e a mesma estrada trilharem...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8120462380883619060?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-88590571368468390712008-03-31T13:42:00.000-07:002008-03-31T13:50:24.965-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_FNoIWkZqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iCIsWIrWzVE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184009997912401570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R_FNoIWkZqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iCIsWIrWzVE/s320/untitled.bmp" width="356" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quero te seduzir</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sem entremeios ou receios.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Talvez com uma flor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>ou uma declaração de amor.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Com carinho, com poesia,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>com o encanto do olhar,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>ou a doçura no falar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mas te quero assim,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>tão meigo, tão delicioso!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ofereceria a ti</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>estrelas, lua, sol, mar, o céu,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>mas como não os tenho...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ofereço-te meu corpo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>minha alma, meu amor.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Quero te seduzir!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Teus gemidos quero ouvir!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Talvez uma canção,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>para amolecer teu coração...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Talvez um poema,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>que fale de felicidade,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>paixão, gozo, prazer,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>desejos, amanhecer...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Se pudesse, brincaria contigo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>como um amante, um amigo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Te quero todinho só para mim!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Vem, faz o que quiseres de mim! Sou tua!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Usa, abusa, me leva à loucura,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>ou então vou te seduzir,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Para ter teu corpo e tua alma só pra mim!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Talvez um vinho, misturado com carinho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>desperte essa paixão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>e ficará mais fácil a sedução,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>abrirá o caminho, preparará nosso ninho.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Eu quero me entregar para ser amada por ti,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>só quero mesmo é te dar muito prazer!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Eu quero te seduzir.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>O que faço para conseguir?</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8859057136846839071?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-12646920468233177252008-03-30T09:44:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:48:35.566-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_EQYWkZoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QYF7fkUIab0/s1600-h/beijo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183577481820792450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_EQYWkZoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QYF7fkUIab0/s320/beijo3.jpg" width="319" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>E perderam-se naquele beijo... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Perderam-se porque já não sabiam de si, nem de mais nada que os rodeava... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>O mundo parou, a vida se calou.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Apenas sentiam aquele deslizar de línguas por todo o corpo ávido, na pele que desejou sentir aquele sabor, aquele cheiro, causando torpor, incitando devaneios... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ansiosos, aguardaram pelos suspiros que se foram delineando em seu imaginário, e agora podiam ser ouvidos, na realidade do momento, aquela mesma que nenhum sonho consegue alcançar... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>E todo esse clima os fez divagar pelo mundo dos sentidos, os tornou um só, corpos unidos por lábios, por línguas, por peles, por sexos, na total entrega de almas. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>A expressão forte, tão presente nos olhares, exterminava qualquer réstia de fôlego que ainda pudesse escapar, e as mãos, estas passeavam por toda a extensão dos corpos, por cada poro, e pareciam querer reter tudo, e guardar para si toda aquela magia... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>O instante em que se perderam foi o mesmo em que se encontraram, foi o mesmo em que se entregaram um ao outro, e foi o único, o eterno, a etérea perdição dos amantes...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1264692046823317725?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-34997708365472964782008-03-30T09:42:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:44:16.699-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_DNoWkZnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bc0f5aHYNu4/s1600-h/outono.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183576335064524402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_DNoWkZnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bc0f5aHYNu4/s320/outono.jpg" width="375" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>O sol desenha o entardecer,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>alaranjado tapete recobre o chão,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>folhas caídas de uma antiga paixão...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-3499770836547296478?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-74529196214441260702008-03-30T09:38:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:42:16.041-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_CxIWkZmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zMXzixHWtCg/s1600-h/7326_im_grande.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183575845438252642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_CxIWkZmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zMXzixHWtCg/s320/7326_im_grande.jpg" width="389" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Desejo escrever num único verso</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>todo a imensidão do meu amor.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>E nele também estará contida</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>a sutileza de meus dias de espera,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>a dor que passei na busca incessante</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>por esse que tanto desejo,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>que tanto anseio por seu beijo.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Um verso do tamanho de um planeta,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>arrebatado de silêncios,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>cheio de aromas densos.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Aquele que amo, então</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>em torno desse verso orbitará,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>irremediavelmente livre,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>satélite, asteróide, cometa,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>deixando em minhas curvas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>o calor de suas mãos,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>abrindo crateras em meu ser,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>habitando em meu viver,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>penetrando em minhas entranhas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>com a fúria de um furacão.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Um dia, um verso apenas bastará...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7452919621444126070?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-84236391553644761602008-03-30T09:34:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:37:18.608-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_BqYWkZlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GWSztQ_4wV0/s1600-h/queresler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183574629962507858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_BqYWkZlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GWSztQ_4wV0/s320/queresler.jpg" width="370" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Se o amo? Não sei...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Só sei que eu o sinto,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>como se aqui estivesse</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e me furtasse a alma,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e me fizesse perder a calma,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e me esculpisse a pele,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e me fizesse Vênus,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>nascida da força</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>desse provável amor.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Sinto-o em mim,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>nessas manhãs tardias</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>em que o sol se demora,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>como para manter a penumbra</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>onde nosso amor se aconchegará,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>lento, ocioso e quente.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Sinto-o sempre,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e esse constante sentir</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>o transforma em presença,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>tão forte que percebo seus braços</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>a me enlaçar, dando-me abrigo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e sinto seu desejo intenso</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>de ficar sempre comigo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Nem mais sei se o sinto,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>se está mesmo presente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>ou se deixei de ser eu mesma,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>para beber em sua boca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>o alimento da minha vida inteira.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Se o amo? Talvez...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Mas a certeza que tenho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>é que miro o céu e o alcanço,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>sonhando com suas carícias,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>com seu toque suave, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>a me deixar louca,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>e com a doçura voraz de sua boca...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8423639155364476160?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-4055539529895193282008-03-30T09:30:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:33:34.092-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_AyIWkZkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c_y04Bt-Syc/s1600-h/pirata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183573663594866242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_AyIWkZkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c_y04Bt-Syc/s320/pirata.jpg" width="362" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>Desejo desperto</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>pronto a desabrochar</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>numa extasiante alegoria</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>que me enche de alegria</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>encontro de bocas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>e línguas ansiosas</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>peles que se roçam</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>num doce acariciar</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>sede de prazer</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>que em tua boca</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>vou matar</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>tesão que aflora</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>de meu íntimo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>sem demora</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>saciar-me de ti</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>é tudo que quero</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>alimentar-me assim</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>de teu gozo, eu espero</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>e num desejo sem fim</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>nos amarmos para sempre...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-405553952989519328?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-47926952231739607922008-03-30T09:27:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:30:42.530-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_ADoWkZjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EezZnXG8cMA/s1600-h/lagrimas-1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572864730949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R-_ADoWkZjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EezZnXG8cMA/s320/lagrimas-1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>Versos escorrem</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>de meus olhos sem brilho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>é o fim da esperança</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>de meus dias de delírio.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>Deixam meu ser </strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>de forma breve</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>tocam a face, de leve</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>precipitam-se ao chão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>e se desfazem na imensidão.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>Não posso mais juntá-los</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>no papel das emoções</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>estão fadados e se perder</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>no rio das desilusões...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4792695223173960792?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-12471266179342894822008-03-30T09:22:00.000-07:002008-03-30T09:27:17.280-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R---6oWkZiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMAe7w5yXN0/s1600-h/Praia4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183571610600498722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R---6oWkZiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMAe7w5yXN0/s320/Praia4.jpg" width="247" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Estou vestida apenas para amar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>duas gotas de perfume,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>um par de brincose um colar...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>A alma já está desnuda</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>de toda censura e pudor,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>ansiosa, espero seu toque,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>à meia luz, em nosso ninho de amor...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Complete minha nudez,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sorva meu cheiro de fêmea,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>faça-me uma amante plena,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>componha comigo esta cena...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Explore meu corpo ao extremo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>até o romper da aurora,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>o tempo e o espaço são nossos,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>não há amanhã, só o agora...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta<br /></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1247126617934289482?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-81434027162573399592008-03-02T12:41:00.000-08:002008-03-02T12:54:47.785-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8sUCRJN83I/AAAAAAAAAFw/GU3kLoV0of0/s1600-h/pareja2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173250626159506290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8sUCRJN83I/AAAAAAAAAFw/GU3kLoV0of0/s320/pareja2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">começa...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">e termina nos olhos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">começa na pele e termina em sorrisos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">começa em apelos e termina nos dedos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">começa em roçar e termina em amar...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">multiplicação dos caminhos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">dos desejos e dos sentidos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">dilatação dos poros,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">e entranhas e músculos e veias e pêlos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">alongamento da sede, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">prorrogação do prazer,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">começa e sempre termina</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">com gemidos, suspiros, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">sussurros, grunhidos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">som dos bichos acasalados,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">o coito de seres extasiados,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">de palavras geradas no ventre,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">dissolvidas na garganta</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">e desnecessárias </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">no significado dos lábios...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">a verdade mais molhada</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">do abraço, em que me desfaço,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">tempo dos corpos renascidos,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">recomeçar dos amores destemidos...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Flor Poeta</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8143402716257339959?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-61830486754406862962008-03-01T09:31:00.001-08:002008-03-01T09:34:59.384-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8mTuRJN82I/AAAAAAAAAFo/idUVsZVHv-I/s1600-h/loiramar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172828070097056610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8mTuRJN82I/AAAAAAAAAFo/idUVsZVHv-I/s320/loiramar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Concede-me, amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>o brilho de teus olhos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>o carinho de tuas mãos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>o teu sol no meu corpo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>teu desejo, quase louco.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Concede-me o tempo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>de realizar teus sonhos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>na sabedoria dos gestos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>no sussurro inquieto,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>em teu peito aberto.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>E assim me entrego,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>ao teu amor não me nego,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>e como retribuição</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>concedo a ti o meu viver,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>proclamando minha paixão.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-6183048675440686296?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-28480005628221024582008-03-01T09:27:00.000-08:002008-03-01T09:31:35.063-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8mSzhJN81I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lquM9siTiWo/s1600-h/84AZZ_ANJO_NU.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172827060779742034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8mSzhJN81I/AAAAAAAAAFg/lquM9siTiWo/s320/84AZZ_ANJO_NU.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Com olhar penetrante,</strong></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Num infinito instante,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Invadi seus mistérios,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Transformei-o em amante.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Naquele olhar devastador,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Impulsionada por um sentimento superior,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fiz com você o que bem quis,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sem o menor pudor.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Você foi minha vítima,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Possui sua vida como se o amasse.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Beijei seus lábios, o fiz de escravo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sem que você notasse.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Naquele olhar em que o tempo parou,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Apaguei o mundo e desnudei nosso amor.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E só quando um toque me acordou,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Percebi que o encanto acabou...</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-2848000562822102458?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-85551816099092606402008-02-28T11:01:00.000-08:002008-02-28T11:05:00.476-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8cFlHL56PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bDUeMS3f8bk/s1600-h/mulherlua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172108832200583410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8cFlHL56PI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bDUeMS3f8bk/s320/mulherlua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>Perfumada com a brisa da noite</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>me vejo contando estrelas</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>na ânsia de um dia tê-las</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>na palma de minha mão</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>assim como teu amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>que um dia anseio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>possuir com todo o enleio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>e, impregnada de desejos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>maximizo nossos momentos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>amplio meus pensamentos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>na certeza de alcançá-lo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>com um toque suave, num ensaio</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>de todo nosso querer</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>até você perceber</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>a imensidão desse céu de amar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-8555181609909260640?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-73071363216973967722008-02-28T10:48:00.000-08:002008-02-28T10:53:01.280-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8cC8nL56OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AiqFj2ZSZMc/s1600-h/mulher+cav.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172105937392625890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8cC8nL56OI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AiqFj2ZSZMc/s320/mulher+cav.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>E hoje reinvento-me</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>nas carícias que desenho,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>delicadamente,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>em teu corpo...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>Nua de palavras,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>rubra de desejo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>despojada de jóias,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>ansiosa por teu beijo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>E ofereço-te o meu prazer.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>De olhos fechados.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>De alma sã e pura.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>Como quem nasce...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7307136321697396772?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-49659682215100510202008-02-26T06:55:00.000-08:002008-02-26T07:01:44.200-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8Qpt3L56NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s-JBC0pwCwM/s1600-h/ages.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171304140012906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8Qpt3L56NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s-JBC0pwCwM/s320/ages.jpg" width="207" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Foi numa fração de segundos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>que suas defesas viraram escombros.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Lembrou do que não queria lembrar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Aqueles olhos envoltos em oceano</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>vieram-lhe à mente, suplicantes.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A imagem do sorriso sedutor,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>banhado por vagas, a fez tremer.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Não, não queria sentir, mas sentia.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Não queria esperar, mas ainda esperava.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Não queria mais aquelas cores,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mas ardia em sua paleta</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>todas as nuances daquele homem.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tudo veio à tona, tudo floresceu,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>o medo tornou-se busca,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>o amor finalmente venceu.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>E um encontro lancinante</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>de destinos se fez presente!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Implorou o esquecimento,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mas o corpo explodiu</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>em sensações e emoções</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>nunca antes sentidas,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mas há muito reprimidas.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Tentou desviar o pensamento,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mas a nau no horizonte</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>abarcou a sua emoção.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Fechou os olhos,e o som cálido do seu vulto</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>tomou-lhe em entusiasmo e desejo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Todo o esforço foi em vão.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ele ainda está presente</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>nas curvas do seu corpo,i</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>mpregnado, fincado na alma.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ainda navega por suas veias,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>pulsando junto com o seu coração.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ainda está rubro e implícito,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>suspenso em seus sentidos.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Soluçante e enfurecida,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>deu-se por vencida!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Deixou o amor, mais uma vez,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>florescer em seus poros,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>sob as mechas dos cabelos loiros,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>em seu olhar, em seu paladar.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>A verdade é que nunca suportou</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>a idéia da distância, mas,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>dessa vez, jurou a si mesma</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>que nunca mais fingiria não sentir...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4965968221510051020?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-36925834755859151292008-02-26T06:51:00.000-08:002008-02-26T06:54:45.739-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8QoHHL56MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P_zXnKEz2XI/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171302374781348034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8QoHHL56MI/AAAAAAAAAE4/P_zXnKEz2XI/s320/espelho.jpg" width="353" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>Agora, o que vejo no espelho</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>são as marcas desse amor vermelho,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>do jeito que imaginei, como um dia sonhei.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>Como arde esse amor ansiado,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>sabor de ternura, com um toque de pecado,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>uma doce aventura, a completar a alma.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>Nada distrai meu fiel pensamento</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>quando a tua imagem reflete aqui dentro</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>e sai pelos poros, pelos lábios, pelos olhos,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>tocando minha pele e me tirando a calma.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>Trago em mim essa ânsia absurda</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>de ter esse amor, sob a luz do luar,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>iluminando nossos corpos, nus a se amar,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>e entoando canções de viver e sonhar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-3692583475585915129?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-76584511384581096782008-02-25T19:39:00.000-08:002008-02-25T19:44:49.902-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8OLFHL56LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/umufaJmNBHs/s1600-h/casal+nu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171129717096048818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8OLFHL56LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/umufaJmNBHs/s320/casal+nu.jpg" width="167" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Que vontade louca</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">de beijar tua boca,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">sentir tuas mãos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">em minha pele macia,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">o toque suave,o desejo que arrepia...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Deixas-me excitada ao extremo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">com versos densos, molhados,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">realizando minhas fantasias,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">fazendo-me gozar no chuveiro</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">ou à noite, nua, em meu leito,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">só de imaginar o teu cheiro...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Amor, é assim que te amo:</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">eu te sinto, pressinto e te chamo,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">me toco, me farto, enlouqueço,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">atiço tua chama, te quero na cama,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">pelo teu tesão, eu me derramo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">e gozo contigo, eu confesso...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Flor Poeta</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7658451138458109678?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-66705452936363270722008-02-25T12:25:00.000-08:002008-02-25T12:31:04.923-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8MlXnL56KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LmivhAVeEZ0/s1600-h/dreams.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171017884737595554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8MlXnL56KI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LmivhAVeEZ0/s320/dreams.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Vi a lua dos seus olhos</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>refletida no espelho d'água</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de minha alma solitária</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>o brilho ofuscava tudo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>à minha volta</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>aquela luz prateada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>cingia todo meu ser</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>e resplandecia pela estrada</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de todo o meu viver</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Em sua retina percebi</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>o encanto do luar dos amantes</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>a beleza de nossos instantes</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>vividos com tanta intensidade</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>e tão fascinada fiquei</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>que em seu olhar mergulhei</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>até me perder no universo</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>de seus doces e líricos versos...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-6670545293636327072?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-16030058244774795632008-02-25T12:16:00.000-08:002008-02-25T12:24:05.303-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8Mj13L56JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZccMt-Pb91o/s1600-h/amar-luar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171016205405382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8Mj13L56JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZccMt-Pb91o/s320/amar-luar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8MjXnL56II/AAAAAAAAAEY/WBCqxcuzYxk/s1600-h/image+4.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Na voracidade do teu pouso,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>poderoso pássaro amoroso,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>perturbam-se meus seios,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>reforçam-se meus anseios</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>na esperança de que pouses</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>em minha vida, e aqui fiques...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Da leve sonata que tuas mãos</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>inventam em meu corpo,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>eis que no jardim, antes adormecido,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>desvela-se a ardente rosa</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>exalando o perfume que excita</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>tornando a expectativa mais bonita...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>No ritual arquétipo dos sentidos</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>abrem-se os olhos do dia</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>despertado, em pêlo</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>pela melodia dos amantes</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>tão abertos para o amor</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>quanto as pétalas daquela flor</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>que encanta a todos que passam.</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>És tão repleto de desejos</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>que refizeste o caminhar das horas...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Na cotidiana espera,</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>sinto que se demoram</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>cada dia mais...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>porém, quem ama não se cansa</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>e sabe que a espera vale a pena</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>quando recebe a recompensa plena</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>da presença do amado em sua cama...</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>Flor Poeta</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-1603005824477479563?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-43720078756478777952008-02-25T11:55:00.000-08:002008-02-25T12:01:50.349-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8MeeHL56HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0LoVzXcdVtw/s1600-h/mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171010299825350770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8MeeHL56HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0LoVzXcdVtw/s320/mar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Amanheci sol ameno,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>a exalar expectativas.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Entardeci nuvem leve,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>a sonhar encantos.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Anoiteci brisa fresca,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>insinuando desejos...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Na madrugada serei eu mesma,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>a derramar meu amor sobre ti</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>em forma de carícias e beijos...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Flor Poeta</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4372007875647877795?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-61464572855531095292008-02-24T09:57:00.000-08:002008-02-24T10:02:17.061-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Chamo-te anjo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">enquanto me sento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">à sombra dos montes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Fico na paz e na solidão</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">deste lugar em que habito,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">feito abrigo, e sonho contigo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Neste lugar em que vivo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">vou me despojando de tudo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">menos de uma flor do jardim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">bela, feito sorriso de criança.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Essa flor se chama esperança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que nunca murcha e não se cansa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de aguardar tua chegada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">lindo e leve vôo, pela estrada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de meus sonhos e devaneios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">preenchendo meus anseios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E vou sentir teu vôo seguro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sentada no mesmo degrau</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">onde tantas vezes te sonhei</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">dormitando, aguardando,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aquecida pelas boas vindas que espalhei...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E já não te chamo anjo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Vou olhar-te, sem acreditar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">enquanto me espraio por ti,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">me banho nos teus braços,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">duas asas a me envolver.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">E seremos dois, unidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sentindo, roçando, amando...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e nos acariciando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">com um doce toque de asas...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br />Flor Poeta<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-6146457285553109529?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-75593197936787254902008-02-24T09:50:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:56:07.346-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GvL3L56FI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lalmnb3adJ0/s1600-h/desab.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170606465525344338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GvL3L56FI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lalmnb3adJ0/s320/desab.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Vício</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Vontade insana</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de amar-te inteiro</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">desejo ardente</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de beijar-te sempre</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">loucuras tantas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">desse meu gostar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ansiedade por te ver</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pleno em meus braços</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e em tantos abraços</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">poder gozar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">das delícias do prazer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e a cada amanhecer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">renovam-se as forças</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">dessa ânsia louca</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">desse intenso amar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">volúpia doce</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de um bem querer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">indecência</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">desse meu pensar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">inocência</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ao me entregar a ti</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sem ver as conseqüências</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">do ato de amar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sensualmente</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">quero te possuir</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e ser possuída por ti</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">inebriada em teu suor</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">quero me deliciar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">maliciosa, despertar tua fome</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">chamar teu nome</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">acariciar tua pele</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e tua alma extasiar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">deliciosa, quero dar-te os seios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">ampliar os teus anseios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">elevar-te aos céus</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">dos amores tantos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e deixar que o pranto</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">banhe meus olhos felizes</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">tomada que estarei</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">pela emoção de me entregar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">libidinosa, multiplico o gozo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">até deixar-te tão saciado</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">e cada vez mais viciado</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">no erotismo desse meu amar...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Flor Poeta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7559319793678725490?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-22457072692157967922008-02-24T09:45:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:57:11.271-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GttnL56EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Neo5GOcvSRI/s1600-h/mulher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170604846322673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GttnL56EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Neo5GOcvSRI/s320/mulher.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#660000;">Expansão</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">Basta um olhar teu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">para que a terra vire céu</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">e de teu toque seja feita</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">toda invenção, qualquer criação</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">e que irresistíveis sejam</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">os sonhos, os abraços, os beijos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">e que se expandam pelo universo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">todos os nossos desejos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">unificados em nossos versos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">e sintetizados em nossos tropeços</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">em nossos risos e desapegos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">em momentos tão íntimos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">tão nossos, tão especiais</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">tornando nosso romance</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">tão ardente de paixão</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">que uma vida seja pouco</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;">pra curtir tanto tesão...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Flor Poeta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-2245707269215796792?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-24936889328710310372008-02-24T09:40:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:44:55.316-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GtBnL56DI/AAAAAAAAADs/dnAa6UvjzZc/s1600-h/CATGY5AJCA0ON3H9CAKNK474CAYCN4X2CAPCJ1D3CATI227BCARX6LXTCAWKXM12CANHW0LICA43MEEECAM0P366CAJDZZX3CASWJQMHCA1E2L8QCAD2WFG9CAE036PVCAS4MBI5CAF3B3SYCAA8YWDH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170604090408429618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GtBnL56DI/AAAAAAAAADs/dnAa6UvjzZc/s320/CATGY5AJCA0ON3H9CAKNK474CAYCN4X2CAPCJ1D3CATI227BCARX6LXTCAWKXM12CANHW0LICA43MEEECAM0P366CAJDZZX3CASWJQMHCA1E2L8QCAD2WFG9CAE036PVCAS4MBI5CAF3B3SYCAA8YWDH.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">Entrega-me tua boca</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">em beijos de alucinar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">oferta-me tuas mãos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">em carícias de apaixonar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">florescidas de desejos</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">prontos para me dar...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">sente no murmurar do arrepio</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">todo o êxtase que me consome</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">ouve no silêncio do leito macio</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">o desnudar dos meus mistérios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">o momento pleno, o olhar sério</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">degusta em meus lábios a saciedade</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">soletrando sensações num único som</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">afaga as pétalas dos meus anseios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">toca com carinho a maciez dos meus seios</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">E na consumação de cada hora</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">quando os lençóis da aurora</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">despirem o leito do firmamento</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">irás amanhecer mais uma vez em mim</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">acolhendo com teu corpo de sol</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">a flor orvalhada dos meus desejos...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Flor Poeta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-2493688932871031037?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-77217602515661578192008-02-24T09:37:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:40:19.564-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Em meu corpo de mulher madura</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">procuras o fascíniodos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">segredos por desvendardos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">mistérios de tanto amar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">o meu corpo encanta-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">o meu saber deslumbra-te</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">procuras-me, ávido de desejo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">na ânsia de me cobrir de beijos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">cheia de vontade, te mostro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">os mistérios da sedução</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">e dos prazeres proibidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">provocando como nunca tua libido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">os teus dedos guiarei</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">em loucas aventuras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">por caminhos que anseias</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">por desejadas loucuras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">o teu corpo no meu</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">irá vibrar de prazer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">terás a mulher completa:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">a fêmea e a poeta...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Flor Poeta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-7721760251566157819?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066681710635339080.post-47802109887087603192008-02-24T09:32:00.000-08:002008-02-24T09:37:20.175-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GrCHL56CI/AAAAAAAAADk/JZL4WZAFkps/s1600-h/CARJX0NKCAKCSZUKCA4A99YXCA1M67W4CA4JMTTNCAVNIRPZCAQUME68CA4LILTMCAZFA84CCA280WRWCAIL4MXECAW26OM5CA2TG8RPCAJQGM7MCAJGQB7NCA8N1RBCCAI7Q9JFCAXNKDVRCA6C5P6V.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170601899975108642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmogiiTXvXQ/R8GrCHL56CI/AAAAAAAAADk/JZL4WZAFkps/s320/CARJX0NKCAKCSZUKCA4A99YXCA1M67W4CA4JMTTNCAVNIRPZCAQUME68CA4LILTMCAZFA84CCA280WRWCAIL4MXECAW26OM5CA2TG8RPCAJQGM7MCAJGQB7NCA8N1RBCCAI7Q9JFCAXNKDVRCA6C5P6V.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">"Escrevo porque encontro nisso um prazer que não consigo traduzir. Não sou pretensiosa. Escrevo para mim, para que eu sinta a minha alma falando e cantando, às vezes chorando... " [ </span><a class="autor" title="FRASES PENSAMENTOS MENSAGENS CLARICE LISPECTOR" href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/clarice-lispector.html"><span style="color:#990000;">Clarice Lispector</span></a><span style="color:#990000;"> ] </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066681710635339080-4780210988708760319?l=florpoema.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Flor Poetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00111106010407242773noreply@blogger.com2