The weather is cold
By Neda Najibi
February 9, 2001
The Iranian
The weather is cold
There's no driving snow
I don't want to know what you did last night
But you didn't do it - he did!
That was a long time ago
And tomorrow he will hold you
And I will wonder where you are
What you're thinking
And tomorrow you will lay beside him elegantly
And he will be taken by you
And I will wonder what you're thinking
The windows are left open and
A whisper of cool air enters
When you feel the breeze
It will gently bring you closer and closer to him
And he will be taken by you again
The curve of your back
The presence of his manhood
You will finally respond to his touch
And he will be taken by you again and again
And I will wonder what you're thinking
I know you - you know that
Stop! Stop thinking of yesterday
Believe you did all you could
All this I will happen to you
It will happen to you tomorrow
Let it
And when you respond to me
I will know what you're thinking
And I will rejoice for you!
