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Tu cabello negro

Y tus ojos cerrados,
Y tu cabello negro.
Y tu vientre en mis manos,
Y en mis manos también tu cabello negro

Y ese olor a perfume,
Impregnado en tus besos.
Tu sonrisa desviada,
Y justo detrás tu cabello negro.

Y tu espalda arqueada,
Buscando mis ojos.
Y tus botas aún puestas,
Del color de tu cabello negro.

Y tu pose desnuda,
Y el contraste perfecto 
Y tus pechos redondos,
Cubiertos con tu cabello negro

Y ese brillo en tus labios,
Y el sudor en tu frente.
Y esos ojos tan claros,
Iluminando tu cabello negro.

El olor de tu cuerpo,
Y tu piel delicada, 
Sonrojada y sudorosa.
Acompañada de tu cabello negro.

Y tus caderas conmigo,
Y tu buscando mis manos,
Y ese hueco en tus hombros,
Llenado por tu cabello negro.

Tu ansiedad amarrada,
Como amarrado tu cabello negro.
Y tu locura desbordada,
Alborotado tu cabello negro.

Y ese gesto suplicante 
Cuando te tengo conmigo. 
Y ese grito tan hueco
Cuando sé que eres mía,
Cuando es mío tu cabello negro 


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