Your Type

I know your type;

her brown-eyes
swallow up the unassuming
child inside of you.
And her hair
matching the shade perfectly,
cascades to one side.
Her lips form tight grins,
ones that you create,
and likewise destroy.
The stand out against
her milky white skin,
cool to sight, warm to touch.
And her laughter erupts
from inside jokes and
memories past.