There she stood, amidst the crowd,
With hair as black as the midnight shroud,
But what truly caught my eye,
Was the tantalizing gleam in hers up high.

Her gaze was piercing, bold and true,
Drawing me in, like a hypnotic view,
Her iris a deep, mysterious brown,
Reflecting her innermost desires, unbound.

As she moved, her lashes fluttered,
Like the wings of a butterfly, so untethered,
Framing those glorious eyes so rare,
Giving her face a touch of ethereal flair.

At times, they shone like precious gems,
Twinkling like stars, with playful stems,
Other times, they would deepen and darken,
A sign of a passionate soul, unshaken.

And oh, the shape of her alluring eyes,
Oval and slanted, like a goddess in disguise,
Their beauty a work of art, a symphony of design,
Drenched with enigma, like an ancient shrine.

Her tantalizing eyes drew me closer,
I felt my heart beating, like a gentle closure,
And inside, a desire took hold,
To explore these eyes, so fierce and bold.

For there was a story, locked inside,
A secret world, a mystery to abide,
And I longed to unravel its hidden tale,
To discover what caused that seductive veil.

This woman, with her tantalizing eye,
Had me captivated, without even trying,
Her gaze, a weapon so sharp and true,
Could lead me to places, I never knew.

So, if you ever see her in a crowd,
Or happen to be in her presence, so proud,
Take a moment to appreciate her eyes,
For they might leave you in a tantalizing surprise.


© Jovan_love