Michael P. McParland
Middle Night Snuggle Of Warmth - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Hello my sweet love here in the middle
of this very night,
I've mostly just slept very light
fading in and out not really awake
yet not really asleep,
just that strange place in between
but that's okay because I've been
thinking/dreaming of you.
It's a bit of both in that state in between
no matter though how it's described
I'm smiling and feeling deep warming comfort
thanks to you my precious dear.
You give me peace to rest and such sweet dreams
and I send you all of my love too
and I pray it has kept you warm and given peace.
I thank you dear and am pulling you in
for a hug of thanks with kisses and a snuggle of pure warmth.
I'm pulling you in so very close to thank you dear
and I say I love you more and more with each day that comes.
As I prepare to close my eyes again to get some sleep
I take your hands and pull you in for a kiss
and snuggle so we can share our deep love and warmth,
a snuggle to feel each others hearts as they
beat together in the true love we share with each other.
A warm snuggle that says I am here for you forever
because I truly love you my sweet Kira,
I am your Michael and I have no want or need for another.
So feel my arms and all my warmth as I
pull you in so very close for a
late night kiss and snuggle of pure warmth.
I love you Kira my sweet Angel dove and I will
quite often hold you close when I wake up at night
when we have come together once again,
a snuggle of reassurance and deep peace so
you'll know you're safe in your sleep.
I love you babe and am always there right by your side
and I'm now pulling you in for the sweetest kiss
and a snuggle of deep and caring loving warmth.
ILYF and ever KP
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