Tick-tock tick-tock

the grandfather clock rung

midnight.

Knock knock knock

the wooden door echoed

he's here.

His face, still hidden behind the door

still causes my heart to race with anticipation

My breathing more shallow as I walked towards the door

I open the door as I would rip open a bandaid.

The anticipation of seeing his face I can no longer handle

I need to see him, his beautiful eyes

I need to touch, run my hands down his back

I need to breathe him in

I see him now. Blue eyes.

I see him loving me loving him.