Boiling anticipation

This is not a nightmare
It's far from that
Anticipation boils under my skin
Light seems to be piercing through the darkest places in my mind
I can't sit still
I can't help but breath rapidly
I can't help but be afraid
But in the most pleasant of ways
Id wander blind if I knew you were walking near by
I'd  trust you to take the blindfold from my eyes and grace me with your face
For me to melt within your emerald jewels
And fall at your feet
To have you pick me back up
And tenderly kiss my cheek