Plundered

I was watching through the reflection as you ardently explored. With notorious reservation, stare quietly implored. With momentum did you rumble, while you swift do contemplate. With iris scanning direction, did you wish to initiate? Can be your true intention to stealthily invade? Though charcoal eyes evaded, did you strive to deep persuade? Though you caught my rapt attention, could instinct soul ensnare? With audacious gushing craving, would you plan to confiscate? Can femme fatale senses gingerly awake, if your belligerent obsession secretly prevailed? Did you walk away disillusioned long before I could display, that your glaring at my essence did vigilante break? Behind the walls of countenance, dark shadows sight delayed, and so vantage point assimilates visual contact made. Thus simmered fascination was furtively relayed, with mark of fervor’s smolder left by rampant gaze…

(While one's lips softly parted with wonder, the other's whispered something that couldnt be deciphered. Except for intense eyes that pierced leaving message undercover, overtaking like tornado does the thunder, and blazing the trail for senses to go asunder. Rendezvous begetting rhyme when poetess is plundered ...)