Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2020
when i close my eyes,
i picture laying on your chest,
with your hands wrapped around my waist.
it smells like vanilla and cherry,
it tastes like gingerbread icing,
it feels like home.
Written by
mae  17/F/not quite there yet
(17/F/not quite there yet)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems