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sexo con los ojos

Juro que son sus ojos.
Y esa distinta mirada.

Un bosque salvaje de lujuria,
Una mezcla de caos y silencio.

Son el milagro más puro.
El más mortal pecado.

Su profundidad refleja esa intensidad,
Dentro de su alma esa pervertida sed.
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Tiene esa mirada,
de completa sinceridad,
De terrible picardía.

Tiene esos ojos,
que crean en mi interior un desorden erótico,
un conflicto entre lo verdadero y lo irreal.

Esos ojos…
Que te ven,
Te desvisten.
Te estremecen.
Te llevan al cielo y al infierno al mismo tiempo.

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  1. Anonymous9 May 2019 at 09:53

    Keep it up. Really loving the work. I see you are improving. You are becoming a fine young writer.

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  2. Anonymous14 May 2019 at 09:51

    @santiagoescobar

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