Anticipation
Trembling softly, like dry leaves in a soft autumn breeze
Hands moist like the early morning dew
Stomach fluttering, like moths around a candle's flame
Nervousness, like a child before the teacher
Time, frozen as if in a slow motion replay
Speaking with a voice as if from another dimension
Awaiting, awaiting, our first embrace
Oh the deliciously sweet agony -- Anticipation
Tom Wood Copyright © 1999 copyright #TW99L4
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