I can not stand still.
My taut nerves are in overdrive.
Joyous overdrive.
What excites me so?
It is the thought of you,
The thought of your face,
Yet unseen by mortals.
Growing inside of me.
Your kicks remind me,
Every heartbeat brings our face closer
To our very first kiss.
So how can I be still.
©Aweni
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