Michael P. McParland
A Quiet Saturday Afternoon With My Queen - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Well my sweet love it is Saturday afternoon
and a good majority of the chores are done
and now here it is lunch time and all I
would like to do is spend a quiet Saturday afternoon
with you my sweet Queen making you lunch
and then afterward snuggling for awhile
watching a movie and then afterward read
for a little bit with my sweet Angel Queen.
A quiet Saturday with you my sweet Kira
is everything I so truly want and need.
A quiet Saturday afternoon for me to cook us
tacos for lunch here which I've been craving
for a few days and I'd like to make my tacos for you.
I want an afternoon to sit and hold you
and start a movie and read a little bit before doing
those last few little touch ups to end the chores
and then shave my fuzzy face for you
before we fully relaxed and snuggled away the
late afternoon and going into dinner time
when I would cook us some delicious pork chops
I have marinating right now.
That is for later though my sweet one
and right now I want a quiet afternoon with my sweet one
whom I will never leave and will stick by through all time
holding and kissing as I tell you I love you
and thank you over and over through all space and time
eternally telling you that you are my gorgeous sweet Angel dove.
Kira I send to you all of my warmth and love to fill
you with peace and share this dream of what I wish were
right now and what I know will be soon,
A beautiful quiet and happy Saturday afternoon
in each others arms smiling and kissing
as we talk and spend time so needed and in want.
I love you Kira and am smiling at you
and want you to know how much tender care I have within me.
God bless you sweet darling and feel me beside you
and know I am holding you and your tender hand of true love,
I will always be with you and right here waiting
in deep and great anticipation because you are my Angel
and the Queen I so deeply want to be spending time with and serving.
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