My alone time is no longer mine.
The attention to another, though sublime
Has taken away my alone time.
That appears selfish, I do admit,
But not having privacy, not one bit,
Is more harmful to me and my wit.
Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because