Clouded Mind

I try to think of other things but my mind clouded.
Clouded with the smell of her hair;
The sensation of her touch;
The sparkle in her eyes,
and the taste of her sweat when a passionate moment arises.
As I said I try think of other things but I can't.
She clouds my mind.

by Lore Me34

Comments (2)

Beautiful. Sensual.. Lovely poem, Ronald. Love, Fran xx
How beautiful she must be to captivate you so completely! Such imagery for a clouded mind!