My Mind

The twinkle in her eyes,
the teardrops when she cries,
the sweet sound of her sighs
brings pleasure to my mind.

The moves her body makes,
the strides her walking takes,
the stretching in her morning wakes
brings desire to my mind.

The smoothness of her skin,
the amusement in her grin,
the quiver in her chin
brings memories to my mind.

My mind is filled with her.
Contentment makes me purr.
Pleasure keeps my heart stir
for she's always on my mind.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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