Heat behind Her Eyes

*I saw her anger once,* *And it completely took my breath away* Heated and brimming with such pride The rile of her irritation, slow to the rise Passion and ferocity spark behind the sheer depths Brewing with righteousness; quite self-dignified Flames churning behind the richness, once beheld, By the once soft warmth and sensuality in her eyes Eyes warm and rich like obsidian; so beautifully dark Infused now, with such heat, such sensual darkness The air grows dry and heavy, palpable with tension, Crackling and smouldering like an ember Volcanic, her ire, leaves me fragile like glass ... Dear Lord, what a sight to behold It stirs something within me, deep down inside Oh Good God, how this woman leaves me breathless