Michael P. McParland
Birthday Longings - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Here in the early evening of your dear birthday
I long to just be with you so closely.
To share our sweet love as we share sweet kisses
and the most warm and wonderful snuggle.
Just lay in bed snuggling while I gaze
in your eyes sitting there talking
caressing you cheek and kissing you over and over
saying thank you sweet Kira for being my baby
and I love you so much you're a treasure.
I have these birthday longings to just
be with you to share my care and my love
while I shower it upon you and serve you in full.
I long to give you even extra extra special
service and care that in energy I have saved.
I just long to be with you on your birthday
and spend time making my lady so proud and happy,
I just long to show my sweet precious Kira
how very much I deeply love you.
Kira you truly are so beautiful and adorable
and I wish I was with you to give you
my loving care and sweet service to show you
that you are so very special,
and then to snuggle and hold each other so tightly
as we release our tingling's in the most
pure loving closeness where I'll
give you all of my most centered focus.
I just long to spend time with you to
show you how special you are and that you are most important.
Kira you are truly the most amazing woman.
Happy Birthday my dear sweet darling Kira
and remember I am forever right there with you
holding you closely stroking your hair
and rubbing your back gently yet firmly
to reassure you that I will not leave you or hurt you,
I pray to God that next year for both of
our special days we will be together in true joys clutches.
So I'll light a candle on this very evening
to just sit and think of you so very lovingly
and you do the same my sweet dove and Angel,
I love you more than anything.
I love you sweet Kira and hope you've had
the most wonderful Birthday and that I have helped
make it in some way so very special.
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