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Sem dentada não há amor possível."madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-91949555180795147322011-12-07T06:29:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:37:15.688-08:00gosto de te ver assim...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">Gosto desse teu olhar em mim,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ousado, sedento, a fim,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">que me enxerga como se nua estivesse</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e, quando nua, me veste</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de dengos, delícias e doçuras,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">me propondo as mais inusitadas loucuras</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sem dizer palavra alguma.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gosto de te ver assim,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com urgências brotando em suspiros,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ditando o ritmo em que respiro,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fechando os olhos enquanto me abre,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">abrindo a boca enquanto me sabe</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tem bem, teu norte, teu mal,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">teu meio com que me farto</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">quando me abandono ao teu paladar e tato</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e me encaixo em ti, enfim,</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">enfeitando o ar com meu cheiro inato</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de despudor e jasmim.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gosto de te ver assim.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Luna Sanchez</i></span></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-81976330013703737102011-07-16T08:17:00.000-07:002011-07-16T08:21:18.209-07:00Atira aqui<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</span></span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Georgia; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bruna</span></i></span></span></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-14587236126771728302011-05-18T17:48:00.000-07:002011-05-18T17:48:44.015-07:00tenho sede<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuAXU6ObPiM/TdRoggNWyUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iiGpjtK3Nkw/s1600/11701839puy5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuAXU6ObPiM/TdRoggNWyUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/iiGpjtK3Nkw/s320/11701839puy5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">tu tens uma sede de vidro</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">que tomas da sombra de meu ombro esquerdo</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">e ouvido</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 13.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">teu cavalo</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">montaria sem tréguas</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">centauro místico</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">onda rebentando na praia</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">cópula dos sentidos</span></b></div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div><div style="background-color: #fefdfa; font: 18.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><b><i>Edson Bueno De Camargo</i></b></div></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-10515367875514037652011-04-12T08:10:00.000-07:002011-04-12T09:54:55.834-07:00morrer de prazer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QADdOiOrGaA/TaRq2BWidwI/AAAAAAAAAow/kUvj7OkdgVc/s1600/4437865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QADdOiOrGaA/TaRq2BWidwI/AAAAAAAAAow/kUvj7OkdgVc/s400/4437865.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>É sabido que as mulheres gozam com os olhos e tremulam só de pensar em pequenices, leves brilhos e festas sem motivo aparente. Nem todas, tens razão. Só as que mentem em voz baixa tem predileção por chás e purpurinas jogadas ao vento. É bem destas que me dá gosto falar, das que precisam de detalhismos imaginários e miudezas d'alma. Essas que acham só graça em trepadas de poucos beijos e exigem abajur e janelas abertas. Estas que são cruéis, quase sempre. Estas que não precisam de altos e há quem diga, fazem com que tu não acorde mais.</b></span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://cristianelisboa.wordpress.com/author/cristianelisboa/"><i>cristiane lisbôa</i></a></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-81395290345643987702010-10-16T15:32:00.000-07:002010-10-16T15:34:23.322-07:00Uma mulher<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span> </span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Uma mulher caminha nua pelo quarto<br />
é lenta como a luz daquela estrela<br />
é tão secreta uma mulher que ao vê-la<br />
nua no quarto pouco se sabe dela<br />
<br />
a cor da pele, dos pêlos, o cabelo<br />
o modo de pisar, algumas marcas<br />
a curva arredondada de suas ancas<br />
a parte onde a carne é mais branca<br />
<br />
uma mulher é feita de mistérios<br />
tudo se esconde: os sonhos, as axilas,<br />
a vagina<br />
ela envelhece e esconde uma menina<br />
que permanece onde ela está agora</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">o homem que descobre uma mulher<br />
será sempre o primeiro a ver a aurora. </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Bruna Lombardi </i></span></span></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-20105252241180058622010-09-12T18:46:00.000-07:002010-09-12T18:46:43.036-07:00morrer de prazer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TI2CN146FPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/k-AVvUa0gDM/s1600/200687194325578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TI2CN146FPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/k-AVvUa0gDM/s400/200687194325578.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Tuas mãos percorrem meu corpo</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>e o que sinto é um ardor</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>uma vontade de nunca mais parar</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>eu diria até uma vontade de morrer</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>ali, de tanto prazer!</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>E quanto mais nos amamos,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>mais aumenta esta vontade</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>de te sentir em mim</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>o prazer explode</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>assim como a vontade de gritar:</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>eu amo você</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>cada vez que terminamos</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>e nos abraçamos nus</b></div><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">com os corpos ainda quentes</b>.madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-63280205701367203352010-09-04T14:46:00.000-07:002010-09-04T14:55:34.997-07:00A cor da paixão<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TIK-GsxrMzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mYm-i5jaVOE/s1600/sentir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TIK-GsxrMzI/AAAAAAAAAmE/mYm-i5jaVOE/s320/sentir.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Em desejo possuída<br />
se joga,<br />
se rasga,<br />
se estraga<br />
contra os móveis,<br />
sobre as plantas,<br />
entremuros,<br />
se vê fera,<br />
se faz cadela,<br />
se morde serpente,<br />
ferida em seu desvario<br />
no mais escondido recanto do seu bem-querer,<br />
no seu coração perple o e ávido<br />
que ela desfibra devagar.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br />
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</i></b></div><b style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Regina de Fontenelle </span></b><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-67328948095710445512010-08-28T13:40:00.000-07:002010-08-28T13:40:50.421-07:00amor e sexo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/THl0I74_U_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/_tpbqLnHc40/s1600/78f597546afbd4b1f6586e11c8c7f5f85c88fc57.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/THl0I74_U_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/_tpbqLnHc40/s320/78f597546afbd4b1f6586e11c8c7f5f85c88fc57.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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O sol entrava pela janela,<br />
um sorriso,<br />
o braço extendeu e cobriu meu corpo,<br />
me puxou ,<br />
abraçou,<br />
senti sua rigidez<br />
penetrando,<br />
o teu peso nas minhas costas,<br />
sempre parece a primeira vez<br />
onde tudo foi novo<br />
nunca sentido<br />
o sexo e o amor<br />
explodindo<br />
no gozo!madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-41217415322613692362010-08-25T12:12:00.000-07:002010-08-25T12:12:39.963-07:00"Empresta-me tuas mãos só por uma noite..."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/THVrFYWx-gI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Pgz7Mn8aOHg/s1600/125C23_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/THVrFYWx-gI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Pgz7Mn8aOHg/s320/125C23_1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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sem você meu corpo morre<br />
preciso do seu toque<br />
macio<br />
forte<br />
preciso da suas mãos percorrendo meu corpo<br />
preciso de sua respiração no meu pescoço<br />
preciso de sua lingua invadindo minha boca<br />
e você não está aqui... <br />
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"Empresta-me tuas mãos só por uma noite..."madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-5929401830687797332010-08-07T05:28:00.000-07:002010-08-07T05:28:52.973-07:00só você<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TF1Qz0QLnXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QgPG8lYyNOM/s1600/climaxII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TF1Qz0QLnXI/AAAAAAAAAjc/QgPG8lYyNOM/s320/climaxII.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>só você </b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>me acende</b></div><b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>só você</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>é tesão</b></div><b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>só você</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>é desejo</b></div><b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>meu prazer</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>é só você</b></div><b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>mesmo</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>só</b></div><b><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></b><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>só você</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>sempre</b></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-60730762682335893532010-08-02T08:52:00.000-07:002010-08-26T07:00:05.115-07:00assim te recebo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TFbpadBGcMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6iF2u6YQYu8/s1600/11701839puy5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TFbpadBGcMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/6iF2u6YQYu8/s320/11701839puy5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Me tocas,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>e o que sinto nunca vou poder descrever.</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>É um turbilhão de sensações,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>ritmos, música e cores.</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Entorpecedor,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>arrebata e varre tudo dentro de mim.</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Gritos, dentes, linguas,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>tudo ao mesmo tempo.</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Sempre, mais e a qualquer hora,</b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>te recebo.</b></div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-78487322335009500232010-07-28T17:03:00.000-07:002010-07-28T17:11:09.050-07:00tentação<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TFDE66O1BII/AAAAAAAAAjM/L2ePYPsOxxw/s1600/425x425.aspx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TFDE66O1BII/AAAAAAAAAjM/L2ePYPsOxxw/s320/425x425.aspx.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="fr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b>“Acho que devemos fazer coisa proibida – senão sufocamos. <br />
Mas sem sentimento de culpa e sim como aviso de que somos livres.”</b></div><div class="fr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="fr" style="text-align: center;"><i><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Clarice Lispector </b></i></div><span class="aut"><a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"><br />
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</a></span></span></i></b>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-70499834698099985422010-07-16T07:50:00.000-07:002010-07-16T07:55:37.598-07:00Prazer e êxtase<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TEBy4pLSjBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pCqfPutFfro/s1600/368x425.aspx.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TEBy4pLSjBI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pCqfPutFfro/s320/368x425.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494517862843452434" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />O prazer se<br />faz em êxtase:<br />quando o<br />meu corpo,<br />feito água,<br />descobre<br />todos os<br />caminhos<br />do seu.<br />E deixa-se<br />ficar<br />onde você<br />mergulha em<br />mim.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Stela Fonseca </span>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-44234591851881639042010-06-20T04:49:00.000-07:002010-06-20T04:56:43.450-07:00Arte de amar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TB4B7oc7wdI/AAAAAAAAAig/TiF4wAxj4r8/s1600/sex.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TB4B7oc7wdI/AAAAAAAAAig/TiF4wAxj4r8/s400/sex.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484823520166527442" /></a><br /> <br /><br />Se queres sentir a felicidade de amar, esquece a tua alma.<br />A alma é que estraga o amor.<br />Só em Deus ela pode encontrar satisfação.<br />Não noutra alma.<br />Só em Deus – ou fora do mundo.<br />As almas são incomunicáveis.<br />Deixa o teu corpo entender-se com outro corpo.<br />Porque os corpos se entendem, mas as almas não.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Manuel Bandeira</span>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-91421186530649533492010-06-18T15:05:00.000-07:002010-06-18T15:14:55.438-07:00Nua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TBvvygI7JVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Q6Rv8i75EgU/s1600/hyr.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/TBvvygI7JVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Q6Rv8i75EgU/s400/hyr.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484240622153573714" /></a><br /><br />Porque me despes completamente<br />sem que eu nem perceba...<br />E quando nua<br />por incrível que pareça<br />sou mais pura...<br />Porque vou ao teu encontro<br />despojada de critérios...<br />liberto os mistérios<br />sem perder o encanto<br />do prazer...<br />Porque<br />quando nua<br />sou única<br />e exclusivamente<br />tua...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Isabel Machado</span>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-33622442146930782782010-04-30T06:21:00.000-07:002010-04-30T06:25:18.045-07:00sem explicação...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/S9raIs_vsHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oSsmiEGCZdQ/s1600/Ele_e_eu.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/S9raIs_vsHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/oSsmiEGCZdQ/s400/Ele_e_eu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465920940819853426" /></a><br /><br />Quando fazemos amor, <br />transformamos um sentimento,<br />uma sensação, <br />em algo fisico, <br />mas nunca,<br />em algo que podemos explicar...madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-27118553233489479702010-03-09T19:56:00.000-08:002010-03-09T20:02:48.392-08:00Quero um homem...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/S5cZ2Vc8XII/AAAAAAAAAg0/ucWzmOxQ1iQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/S5cZ2Vc8XII/AAAAAAAAAg0/ucWzmOxQ1iQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446850695590075522" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><strong>Quero um homem <br />que toque minha alma, <br />que entre pelos meus olhos <br />e invada meus sonhos. <br />Quero que me possua inteira, <br />corpo e alma, <br />fazendo dos meus desejos <br />breves segundos de êxtase <br />o prazer do encontro total. <br />Quero sentir seus braços longos <br />envolvendo meu abraço, <br />seus lábios mudos <br />calando o meu silêncio <br />sem precisar nada dizer... <br />apenas me olhando <br />com olhos negros e úmidos <br />e me tomando devagar, <br />como o mar avança na praia, <br />como eu sei que tem que ser <br />e sei que um dia será.<br /><br /><br /><em>Cláudia Marczak</em> </strong>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-67440928288217529562009-11-22T15:43:00.000-08:002009-11-22T15:51:06.799-08:00replay<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SwnONdwGwEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dNjCW9_cVgM/s1600/fda.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407079558355009602" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SwnONdwGwEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/dNjCW9_cVgM/s400/fda.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>depois de fazer amor com ele,</div><div>sai de casa, </div><div>na rua, senti,</div><div>seu liquido ainda dentro de mim...</div><div>queria voltar correndo </div><div>e repetir!</div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-5660057804797962462009-10-06T20:07:00.000-07:002009-10-06T20:13:37.904-07:00quero<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SswHDNZciFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q3jf2EHry9U/s1600-h/nude13_rigon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389690605773031506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SswHDNZciFI/AAAAAAAAAcg/q3jf2EHry9U/s400/nude13_rigon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Me tocas, </div><div>mas preciso de mais,</div><div> </div><div>Demais!</div><br /><div>Quero sentir amor,</div><div>Desejo,</div><div>Tesão.</div><br /><div>Não quero só o ato,</div><div>quero sair de mim,</div><div>não sentir nada e tudo,</div><br /><div>Quero,</div><div>Arder...</div>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-27749842980810107832009-05-24T06:29:00.000-07:002009-05-24T06:36:21.837-07:00Que Me Venha Esse Homem<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/ShlNRr_pC1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/GwAShcnweXk/s1600-h/male-nude--light-stripes1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/ShlNRr_pC1I/AAAAAAAAAUk/GwAShcnweXk/s400/male-nude--light-stripes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339383799487204178" /></a><br /><br />Que me venha esse homem<br />Depois de alguma chuva<br />Que me prenda de tarde<br />Em sua teia de veludo<br />Que me fira com os olhos<br />E me penetre em tudo<br />Que me venha esse homem<br />De músculos exatos<br />Com um desejo agreste<br />Com um cheiro de mato<br />Que me prenda de noite<br />Em sua rede de braços<br />Que me venha com força<br />Com gosto de desbravar<br />Que me faça de mata<br />Pra percorrer devagar<br />Que me faça de rio<br />Pra se deixar naufragar<br />Que me salve esse homem<br />Com sua febre de fogo<br />Que me prenda no espaço<br />De seu passo mais louco<br />Que me venha esse homem<br />Que me arranque do sono<br />Que me venha esse homem<br />Que me machuque um pouco<br /><br /><br /><em>Bruna Lombardi</em>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-88859890956593098642009-04-13T13:39:00.001-07:002009-05-24T06:49:36.625-07:00When man enters woman<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SeOjjfa-6dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/t1gBft5aWn0/s1600-h/Wildenport.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SeOjjfa-6dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/t1gBft5aWn0/s400/Wildenport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324279014607481298" /></a><br /><br /><br />Quando o homem<br />entra na mulher,<br />como a onda batendo contra a costa,<br />de novo e de novo,<br />e a mulher abre a boca com prazer<br />e os seus dentes brilham<br />como o alfabeto,<br />Logos aparece ordenhando uma estrela,<br />e o homem<br />dentro da mulher<br />ata um nó<br />de modo que nunca<br />possam voltar a separar-se<br />e a mulher<br />sobe a uma flor<br />e engole o seu caule<br />e Logos aparece<br />e solta seus rios.<br /><br />Este homem,<br />esta mulher,<br />com a sua dupla fome,<br />tentaram atravessar<br />a cortina de Deus,<br />e por um instante conseguiram,<br />ainda que Deus<br />na Sua perversidade<br />desate o nó.<br /><br /><br /><em>Versão do poema “When man enters woman”, de Anne Sexton (a partir de uma tradução espanhola e do original) por António Sá Moura .</em>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-37398805379575168892009-04-07T13:57:00.000-07:002009-04-07T13:59:07.962-07:00Gozo<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/Sdu-lW7oaUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PKMwznugf44/s1600-h/casal_84.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/Sdu-lW7oaUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PKMwznugf44/s400/casal_84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056933688502594" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Viro, reviro,<br />Revido.<br />Torço<br />Abraço<br />Atiro<br />Me afasto.<br />Grito<br />Afago<br />Aninho.<br />Me deito<br />Te agarro<br />Nos mordemos<br />Nos amamos.<br />Num impulso<br />te expulso.<br />Me seguras,<br />Penetras,<br />Me apertas<br />Te enlouqueço<br />Gozamos.<br />Eita, doidera boa!<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>Léa Waider </em>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-43184915764542603932009-03-24T20:29:00.000-07:002009-05-24T06:50:23.863-07:00espero -te<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SdAgJeuLd5I/AAAAAAAAATk/gVu_fieMhdk/s1600-h/DSC04595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318786507162220434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/SdAgJeuLd5I/AAAAAAAAATk/gVu_fieMhdk/s400/DSC04595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Espero-te para fazer amor contigo.<br />Tenciono degustar-te.<br />Aspirar o paladar de cada uma das tuas células, de cada uma das gotas da tua fisiologia, de cada um dos teus beijos que me humedecem a alma.<br />Tenciono amar-te e levar-te ao céu.<br />Apetece-me como na primeira vez em que começámos a descobrir uma intimidade gémea em cada gesto, em cada ousadia, em cada vôo.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://segredodeamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/espero-te-para-fazer-amor-contigo.html">http://segredodeamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/espero-te-para-fazer-amor-contigo.html</a>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-34223653728542328702009-03-21T12:19:00.000-07:002009-05-24T06:51:28.097-07:00quero-te...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/ScU-U_pDMqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y1OIbqa2POo/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315723465582654114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/ScU-U_pDMqI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y1OIbqa2POo/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hoje quero ser gata... felina...<br /><br />Quero agarrar teu sexo... senti-lo a endurecer aos poucos perante o meu toque... a minha vontade é grande e preciso de te ter na minha boca... sentir teu paladar... sentir o espaço húmido e quente ser invadido por esse pedaço de carne hirto e rijo...<br /><br />Por isso, sorvo-te... lambo-te... mordo-te... sinto as veias latejarem de tanta tesão... pressiono levemente os meus dentes... tão duro... enfio-o todo dentro da boca... quero-te provar todo... cada centímetro desse pecado... sou gulosa, bem sei... os teus gemidos e suspiros são música para os meus ouvidos e dão-me alento para continuar e entregar-me mais ainda ao que faço... e por fim explodes... sinto o teu orgasmo com toda a sua pujança invadir-me a boca... misturar-se com o meu paladar... e lambo, sorvo cada gota que me dás...<br /><br />Olho nos teus olhos com um sorriso de quem quer mais... e tu sabes bem o que quero... quero-te sentir bem dentro de mim...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://someone_else_but_me.blogs.sapo.pt/95186.html">http://someone_else_but_me.blogs.sapo.pt/95186.html</a>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526612290774584623.post-85326118956572753702009-03-11T10:29:00.000-07:002009-03-27T09:26:40.846-07:00Entrega<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/Sbf1f8FVuTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1uABoHDY7GU/s1600-h/8j.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_es_7sJXMmfk/Sbf1f8FVuTI/AAAAAAAAASk/1uABoHDY7GU/s400/8j.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311984214560061746" /></a><br /> <br />Una ola rompe violenta<br />en la playa de nuestros cuerpos<br />nos inunda un rugido de mar<br /> contra las rocas.<br />Al retirarse,<br /> lenta,<br />nos deja una brisa erótica<br />que nos envuelve<br />uniéndonos<br /> para siempre<br />en un beso.<br /><br /><em>Amparo Jimenez </em>madalena não arrependidahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575489802574970835noreply@blogger.com0