Hey people, my name is Kylie. I'm 17 years old and i'm in 11th grade. I have sholder length dark brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5'8". I am into band and I play many insturments. I am also on the color guard. When i'm not doing stuff with he band I hang out w/ my friends. Then there is my own time, thats when I read and write poems. I seem shy but when u get to know me u realize that I am realy out going and i talk a lot more, and because im in band and on the color guard it does not mean I am snobby and think i'm better then anyone else and if u want to know my real personality and if there is anything I missed at all that u would like to know or would just like to talk to me and get to know me better just talk to me. Ohh if i don't get back to you soon it is because i'm grounded
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You touch my body and I sigh my joy,
It feels to me like girl greeting boy.
I close my eyes, to hide my blush....
Kissing you makes my skin tingle and flush.
I touch your face and then your shoulder,
Your touches are suddenly sweeter and bolder,
Your eyes reach deep into my soul....
I can't hide... there is no place to go.
The years melt away, oh , so sweet,
We are warmed by our love's heat
We strip away all our walls....
Answering all our natural calls.
Some say love is oft blind,
Some call heaven "state of mind"
Heaven, my love, is in your eyes....
In our love there will be no good-byes

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I feel your touch but don't belive it knowing that you touched someone else. I thought that I could trust you and your love but it was just a lie that you used just to get to me. Although I love you I hate you to. With all the lies that you told me I can't trust you or your love, and thou I love your touch I can't bare to be second to you with someone else.

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His hands were still on her hips, but the fingers had dug in and had begun to knead. She smelled of wildflowers and smoke. All he could see was her face, the white skin with its blush of rose, dusting of gold freckles, the dephtless green of her eyes. A groan sounded in his throat when she moved her lips to his ear. Her hands cruised up hes chest, crushing wildflowers petals against his skin. Her laugh came again, low and challenging, before her lips sank into his. He had not ment to touch her. That was his last coherent thought before his hands streaked up and filled themselves with her breasts. Her throaty moan spilled into his mouth like wine, rich and drugging.

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this is just a few of many poems that will be
wrighten and posted. Anybody that has comments about them please tell me.