Awaiting The Wanted Poem by Sam Pseudonym

She rolled over and tears slowly streaked her face.
Her arms ached to hold him, and her body ached to feel him hold her.
But she knew she couldn't. Not yet.
There was several months of hard work and dedication to earn the glorified moment when she finally could experience him in all his presence before her.
She paused, thinking of seeing him, of feeling him, and of kissing him.
Then she rolled back over, smiling, knowing a man like him was worth the wait.