Creative Writing With The Same Thoughts

He Wishes To Read Him To Bed

  Long after the cold drafts begin to assert their existence

And shortly after the heat kicks on to show its resistance

The boy will stir in his bed

My beautiful boy who despite the heat, will still get chills

My beautiful boy who knows Im awake, will seek out my skills

In the dead of night my boy knows I will always be there

An occurrence so often I have a book next to my chair

I hear his quiet footsteps and his blanket dragging behind

A timid boy for certain, but he knows the path just fine

I say, "My little boy hurry up to the room."

"I have a book prepared and we must be up by noon."

There my little boy goes sitting down with a plop.

I grab him a pillow in the case his body should drop. 

He stares up at me, with eyes so full of peace.

I look right back, and wonder who he sees.

Before I should read, I plant a kiss on his cheek. 

Without further delay, I plant myself upon my seat. 

He cares not for what I read or who it was written by.

My voice and presence is what seems to do it for this guy. 

I read until Im sure, by now he's hit the floor.

Having someone so enthralled, is the thing I most adore.

I must resist the urge to smother him in love.

I mustnt disturb the beautiful dreams, hes surely thinking of.

I lay him gently back, into his cozy bed.

I hope this story, was the best Ive ever read.

As I go to rest, my own sleepy head.

I cant help but to hope, one day youll read to me instead.