"Anticipation builds, like a gentle flame,
As I await your touch, and the love we'll proclaim.
My heart beats fast, my soul feels alive,
Longing for the moment, we'll thrive.

Your eyes, they sparkle, like diamonds bright,
Inviting me closer, to the love we'll ignite.
Your lips, they whisper, sweet nothings in my ear,
Promising pleasure, and a love beyond fear.

The hours tick by, like grains of sand,
As I count the moments, until we join hand in hand.
The tension grows, like a sweet, sweet thrill,
As I prepare to surrender, to the love we'll fulfill.

Soon, we'll entwine, like branches on a vine,
And our love will flourish, like a sweet, sweet wine.
Soon, we'll lose ourselves, in the heat of the night,
And our love will shine bright, like a beacon in flight.
© Ethel Chidubem