D E L E I T E

                                                                       

                                       DELEITE

                                                           Quero deitar-me

                                                                   sobre os seus pelos

                                                           Pousar na maciez

                                                                    e no calor do seu corpo

                                               Cobri-lo de pequenos beijos

                                                                   e ficar assim... sem o tempo

                                               Para conferir seus músculos,

                                                                   roçar suas faces,

                                                                   docemente sugar seus lábios

                                                                   e apertá-lo contra a

                                                                   ânsia do meu peito

                                                          Quero suas mãos perfeitas

                                                                   para o  perigo das minhas curvas

                                               Encaixar-me nos seus espaços,

                                                                   depositar-me toda no

                                                                   centro da sua força

                                                                   e explodi-lo de amor
 
                                                                                               Cléo Reis

                                                                    Do livro: Ritornelo do Amor – 1988