Christal Kelly Poems

The build up of just your mere reflection, lets my blood boil...so captivated in thought..wait I cant think straight..I'm lost in transition...
I hide the intensity I feel as you lay your hands on me Just a touch sends gravity under my feet..almost lifting me...
a sneak @ what I think is somewhat a cloud....
you ask for my hands, instantly I break into a palmsweat...Heat moving off steam...body moving closer to mine..
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What we found yesterday could only be mere feelings of a continuation

surpressd deep inside not spoken but felt...
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