Overcome With Sex Glands

Stop it!
I told my mind
So constantly overwhelmed by her
Thoughts, feelings,
Inflicted on me
As if all is doped
Foraging in dreamland for her

As if

Two warm-blooded lovers together
When, in truth, we are really far apart
Even when I pray

Her vision appears, she clouds my mind
As I return to full bloom
Flower lovely gentle
What magic power?
Are our sex glands so powerful?
Overcome all? Dominate?
Ours a world of infatuation, of love
And then there is the real world
“Stop it!” I told my mind.
Like lovers, we do not need flashlights every day,
But when we do, they are nowhere to be found