tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293655042011-04-21T12:31:31.816-07:00panchulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10779665891475712217noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29365504.post-34673085769207439762007-12-01T16:52:00.000-08:002007-12-01T17:03:41.715-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Hombre de malos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Habitos</span></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dejame</span> ser parte de tus</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>días, de tus notas y de tu amor.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre que mira letras por las </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>noches, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dejame</span> acariciarte</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>y contemplar tu cuerpo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>que se hace fabulo y tierno </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>cuando ama.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre de manos tersas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>deja que mis manos abrasen </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>las tuyas como si jugaran </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>a dormir sin sueño.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre con sabor a sal</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>deja que mi gusto disfrute </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>de tus besos dulces y eternos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>que conmueven mi boca solitaria </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>en días de enero.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre que busca</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">melodías</span> y sensaciones</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre que imagina</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre que no tortura</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>pero quema, con ese</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cálido</span> abraso que</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>das cuando despertamos...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>Hombre que es parte de </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>mis sueños,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>por que todo eso eres...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>El hombre de mis sueños.-</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29365504-3467308576920743976?l=despedidakxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>panchulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10779665891475712217noreply@blogger.com0