A Marte

Esta noite eu quero me deitar contigo
Mas pode me chamar de amigo
Eu só vou ficar olhando
E enamorando seus cabelos mãos e pés
Sem toque, sem beijos a não ser que tu quiseres

Bruno Brasil

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