Eyes like Obsidian

Oh how this gemstone reminds me of her Volcanic glass; heat and passion embedded in stone Through the looking glass is shone; The windows of her soul So beautiful and elegant in such natural simplicity How it sparkles and gleams, as it catches the light Glittering ever so playfully with just a hint of mischief Gleaming and dripping with such sensual darkness So beautiful and pure; infused with such warmth Alluring me, enticingly so, when it comes only to her Drawing me ever the closer, holding me steadfast; Encapturing my attention in the depths of her gaze Reminding me, ever still, of that smouldering heat, And absolute sheer depth and passion that sparks Like flames dancing and churning, behind those eyes Eyes warm and rich like obsidian; Volcanic and so beautifully dark How I yearn to immerse myself so completely; to fall Fall, Fall, Fall, Further still; compelled to just lose myself so entirely, Within the depths of her essence, Dark, rich, warmth, smouldering, like obsidian Through the windows of her Soul