:Sobre sutilezas - Brincavento

Que o Azul vibrante
                 da manhã
            prolongue-se pela infinita
                                           dízima do tempo
                            :pinte de anil
                                         cada peripécia
                                                      do brincavento.

                                     Brincavento

O fogo interno
                     de cada um
                                      desperta
                                                   o alegre inferno

                 cujas chamas
                                    coloridas
                                              incendeiam
                                                      :encadeiam
                                                             os dias
                                               no fio do tempo.
                         
                             :é preciso sonhar
                                                  :embarcar
                                                       :bailar
                                   nas soprotravessuras
                                                           do brincavento.

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:Sobre 'Sensua' III - O dorso feminino

Por entre ângulos
                   e curvaturas

                            passeia o instinto
                                        :detalhado mapeamento 
                                                                     sensorial
                                           a desvendar
                                                           :percorrer
                                                          sensual arquitetura
                                                       

                           Dorso Feminino

                         Como é belo e imponente
                                                   Seu dorso feminino.

                               Aproximo-me sorridente.
                                             Lanço-te um olhar felino.

                         Aproprio-me dele sem esforço.
                                                 E nós – sôfregos
                                                           :trôpegos

                                 Quase náufragos
                                                     Estamos sós
                                  – à deriva
                                           no oceano do desejo.

                                      Juntos
                                           :entoamos
                                                    ao Provocar
                                                                  um hino.

                            A paixão torna-se
                                              mais que evidente.

                                     Ah, como é lindo
                                              :envolvente
                                                           :quente
                                                          Seu imponente
                                                    :malicioso
                                                            dorso feminino.

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:Sobre 'Sensua' II - O Sensual flerta com a Minúcia

Nas planícies de 'Sensua'
                                a minúcia
                                              flerta
                                                      com o sensual
                                  Insensatez

Por fração de segundo
                         fôlego suspenso

                    :subitamente penso
na quase displicente
                         nada inocente
                                              carícia
                            :subconsciente
                                              malícia      

                                 do negro lenço
                                         a roçar
                         :tocar a alva tez
                            a qual mesmo
                 sem qualquer nudez
                                      provoca-me
                                         :convida-me
                                                 :convoca-me
                                                             à insensatez.

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