Those eyes

Deep caramel brown eyes lured her in;

drawing against gilded pull-strings

in her chest.

His gaze steadily drew her closer.

She gasped against the tightness,

to free herself.

She couldn’t,

wouldn’t,

allow herself

to be submersed

in those eyes.

But the strings

became liquid gold current,

rushing her toward

a chocolate

waterfall.

She fell,

spinning;

lower,

faster.

Unable to breathe

she gulped deeply,

drowning

in his current;

and those eyes.