Eyes pulling at my heart.
A look that grabs my soul
And holds it captive.

A glance that locks in gaze,
Probing, reaching, digging.
Stealing what does not belong to it.

Dark and deep,
penetrating, enveloping,
mesmerizing, intoxicating,
Verboten.

Why? What is this dance?
This dance played with sight?
It is like you bow and extend your hand
Only to pull it back at my curtsey of acknowledgment.

Close your eyes.
Set me free from this enchantment
And spell.

Stop stealing my affection
and wasting it on your fantasies
That leave me mourning your desire.