Intimate Things

Sitting on the rim

Of a rainstorm

Thinking about

Thoughts of you,

Clouds almost

Kissing the rooftops

A cold wind

Whistllng on through,

A young woman

Came by with

Mystical rings

And the sweetest

The sexiest smile,

We sat near the clouds

Our backs to the wind

Talking about

Intimate things.

Stephen Nesbitt©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:55 PM May 30, 2012

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