She sat alone watching the comings

 And goings of patrons

Her eyes followed their movements

With curious intensity

Taking a sip of her wine from over the rim

She caught the gaze of a young man

Tilting her head to the side she smiled

To him with her eyes

Desire pooled in her irises

With coyness she batted her lashes

Flirtatiousness in each flutter

She looked away then back

Color of her eyes adapting to her mood

Going from vibrant blue to passion purple

She gave him her ‘come hither’ look

Smoldering embers in their profundity

He couldn’t resist

Sitting across from her he continued to stare

Drowning in her limpid voyeurism

Such a beautiful woman with eyes he couldn’t describe

 Eyes that were telling him a story

Weaving a spell her gaze was an invitation

To heaven maybe a little bit of hell

He leaned in closer to get a better look

Could have sworn he saw angels in their depth

There was a hint of laughter in her gaze

Pulling him in even further

Those eyes of hers he couldn’t turn away from

Something about them was so powerful

Provocative, dangerous

Her eyes danced over his body

A chill of forbidden passion crawled along his spine

She glanced down and slowly lifted her eyes to

Meet his asking a question

Answering he stood taking her hand

Leading her away from the crowd

Outside the quiet of the night greeted them

He turned to gaze into those eyes

What he saw terrified him

Too late he was her prisoner

She’d never spoken a word

Her eyes vocalized everything she wanted

And it was his soul