In her pregnancy

#In_Her_pregnancy I feel touchy, maybe my unborn son too wanna feel my hands, wanna speak the touchy language, my hands on her belly and my unborn son ears on the wall, listening to my heart speaking through my hands, the art in her pregnancy In her pregnancy, part of me resides, waking in the middle of the night, woken by a voice to just stare at my future unfolding, in her tummy. In her pregnancy, my hope lies, my joy germinates, to shine, to vocal proudly and firmly about fathering a son, I'm impatient, maybe its the burning chemistry between me and my unborn son, that burns my waiting heart When he kicks, I feel for her mother, the visible motions, printing his enthusiasm, my heart melt, my hands itches from inside, to hold and feel him in person, to indulge his skin. My eyes blinks, I'm soon to witness life in flesh, a new mesmerizing view of my life, my unborn son, her pregnancy speaks in codes familiar to my heart, I just wanna let go off the world and keep observing only her pregnancy In her pregnancy, my heart stuck, hear my pulse echoed in her belly, and my unborn son start dancing to my heart joy song, in her pregnancy, I'm attracted, in her pregnancy I'm attached, in her pregnancy I'm alive, in her pregnancy, I live #Poetic_Ink