Your touch leaves goosebumps
Like early spring rain on my skin
Your voice is soothing
Like a warm blanket on a cold night
Your smile is more
Contagious than a yawn
Your ways are like silk
Cradling my heart
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
