Good things come to those who wait.
You are more than a good thing,
and as long as I know you'll be there,
I will wait for as long as you need.

I anticipate you taking the next step;
giving me the signal that the coast is clear
and that I can come out.

I'm looking forward to holding your thin warm body.
Your arms over mine, as I grab on to your back,
feeling your neck on my face, and your chest on my neck.

I can't wait to look into your eyes.
Mine are brown, what are yours?

I anticipate kissing those soft thick lips of yours.
The same lips that stretch when you smile, and when you laugh.
The same lips that I want to feel against mine,
as well as my neck and forehead.

I'm looking forward to your breathe and your heartbeat;
to feel the expansion from every inhale,
and every contraction from every exhale.
To feel your living, to your existence.

I can't wait to be one of your reasons.
You inspire me to inspire you.
I want you to feel okay, I want you to feel confident.