She could drive for hours through this lunar landscape and her mind would empty of all her problems.

His mind emptied to make way for the coming of the Word.

Her mind emptied of every thought but him.

As she did, her mind emptied of everything but the emerging form.

His mind emptied but for her and that primal hunger they shared.

Her mind emptied of everything but his heat, his touch, his taste.

And as it filled up, his mind emptied of cares.

And when his hand closed over her breast, molded it, her mind emptied.

She hit her stride at the first mile, and her mind emptied.

His mind emptied of theory and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.