Poetry

My pretty everything

I still crave your touch
I thought I got over it
But I didn't.
I still think about your touch
Your hand in mine
Your head on my shoulder
Your warm hug
Your ocean eyes looking at me
Your shoulder that brushes along my cheek
Your scent that surrounds you
How I love that scent
Oh was I wrong
How could I think I got over it?
It's impossible to get over you
You with that ocean eyes
Pretty hair
Pretty hands
Pretty everything.
Oh I wish you'd be my pretty everything