Expectant

Your heartbeat against mine,
I exhale in time with you,
our breaths as one.

I feel you inside me, growing,
pulsing through my veins,
becoming a part of me
but somehow still an individual.

And I wait for the moment
I’ll be able to kiss your lips,
to hold your tiny hands,
to love you like I’ve never loved before.

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