Michael P. McParland
Very Late Night Snuggle Of Warmth - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Dear Kira I have now woken for a small bit
on this very late night and feel quite a bit better
from how yucky I was feeling last night,
my head still aches just a little and my stomach now grumbles
but before I do anything I'm pulling you in
for a very late night kiss and snuggle,
a snuggle of loving peace and kind warmth.
A very late night snuggle with the woman I love,
I miss you sweet Kira and in spirit wrap you up in my arms
to tell you and show you I love you.
Let's revel and feel so very cozy in this warming
late night true loving snuggle.
Sweet Kira I know you are probably upset with me
and please I ask that you not be.
I felt so weak and my head ached so badly babe
and it was such a hard day that I literally
lay in bed crying for the longest time.
It was a day and night where I longed for you
so badly just as I always do but as there
will always be yesterday I needed you even more
to help comfort me from the things bothering me.
So I pull you in now to give you my loving warmth
in a very late night snuggle of shared and mutual
caring and loving strength.
I'm pulling you in my Angel so sweet to tell you
I love you and that you are so great.
Oh my sweet beautiful darling now as we lay here
in this very late hour let's just snuggle
and share the sweetest of kisses and let our hearts
feel completely peaceful and happily contented,
I just want to snuggle with my soul mate my heart is adoring,
I want my best friend to know that I love her
and I'll always be there right beside you.
I love you Kira and can't wait to look directly upon you
so I can say I love you my darling
and it is you for whom I've been waiting,
it's only you that I've ever wanted and no other can ever
replace my sweet gorgeous and beautiful cherished Kira.
I love you my darling you are my universe.
So feel my arms wrap around as I pull you in so we can
share a very late night snuggle in true comfort
and soul pleasing warmth.
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