Just as she planned

She stands there with her eyes closed; as she waits
She hears those restive calls: each nesting bird
Appears to understand she hesitates
Because she cannot realise she’s heard
The sweetest serenade that you might think
Would make her want to look up at your face
And feel your arms around her; let her drink
This moment in, before the change of pace
Ensures the blood goes flowing to her ears;
Her heart is beating harder, so the rush
Of blood is comprehensive, as her fears
Are dissipated in that shameless blush;
And now the time has come; the moment’s grand
And well worth waiting for: just as she planned.