Michael P. McParland
Early Morning Snuggles And Kisses - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Good morning my sweet Angel dove
and as I have now woken and right now
just lay here in bed I wish you were beside me
to snuggle with and share sweet kisses for a bit.
Not go back to sleep but lay here and talk,
I want to share early morning snuggles with my only one.
Early morning snuggles holding each other
so very tightly as we gaze into
each others eyes so brightly shining,
wearing big smiles and filled
with the warmth of true love around us.
Sweet early morning kisses with snuggles
with my sweet Angel Kira.
As I lay here this morning feel me
wrap my arms so tight and lovingly around you
as I pull you in saying Kira I love you,
I can't wait to be with you forever and ever,
I'll never leave you and will snuggle with
and give you sweet kisses always.
How I long for and desire to be right here beside you
sharing early morning kisses and snuggles
of true love between two dedicated people so caring.
Kira as I lay here in bed on this very morning
I'm not going back to sleep at all but just
dreaming and longing for sweet snuggles and kisses
with my Queen and dear Angel Kira on this very morning.
To just sit and talk about anything and everything
and so I can tell you you're beautiful.
Just hold you so close while our hearts and souls
continually speak and sing to each other.
A gorgeous morning with my gorgeous lady
spending time with each other.
Feel my sweet love filled with all of my love and warmth
as I send it to you and give it in full.
Feel my arms around you and my hand within yours
and dream of the future mornings with me
of such sweet kisses and snuggles of the purest love.
Days that will come and will be heaven on earth
like you so truly divine.
I can feel all of your love and your sweet kisses and hugs,
I love you Kira with all that I am.
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