Time Alone
Time Alone
Foreheads together in a gentle touch
Her hand on his, his fingers holding tight
Shutting out the world that asks too much
For them to share a minute of their night.
He brings a single finger to her lip,
She tilts her head to look into his eyes
Gives a gentle kiss to fingertip,
Then happily she smiles at him and sighs.
Amber eyes and blue gaze lovingly
Curtained in locks of white and ebony.
Time Alone
Beautiful piece.