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Llevo escribiendo poesía desde 2009, con aún 13 años, gracias a mi profesor de lengua, Don Tomás; bueno, técnicamente, era maestro, pues era de la vieja escuela y sólo podía enseñar hasta 2ºESO, lo que equivalía a 8º de la antigua EGB. Don Tomás (que comparte con mi tutor de 2º de primaria el honor de ser los únicos maestros a los que he tratado de Don), decidió que para enseñarnos las figuras retóricas sería más ameno escribir pequeños poemas donde las utilizaramos; así, cada semana nos ponía como deberes usar ciertas figuras en un poema que luego le entregaríamos. Pondría la mano en el fuego afirmando que fui la única de mi clase que descubrió en estos ejercicios una afición y pasión, y, a pesar de haber tenido años sin inspiración, hoy en día sigo escribiendo. Me preocupo menos de la métrica, de la rima, a veces incluso las ignoro; las figuras me salen solas, quizá no sepa decir a primera vista qué es cada una, pero las he usado. Hoy he querido empezar el pequeño proyecto de compartir aquí mis poemas más apreciados, antiguos y nuevos.
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The Hot Series (Book 1) Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.

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