Sumábamos noches y manos

martes, septiembre 10, 2019

Sumábamos noches y manos, recuerdos que se tocan. Se rozan para hablarse. Escalofríos al caer en el placer. A lo largo de la piel brota. Tiemblan las piernas sin pasos. Estábamos en la primavera de la cama, en el fuera del tiempo. Todo el aire era entonces agua.

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