A dark, dark kiss

Amber eyes
chilling
Russet and copper tints
peer out of skin white as powder.
The look of a nocturnal being.
I lock my gaze on their piercing, empty stare.
They draw me in.
I am powerless to resist.
She
Ophelia
in crimson red corset,
lies motionless on a bare wood floor,
covered in dust.
She invites me to imbibe her sacred charms
Have I no free will?
I approach
Slowly
Steadily
Her icy visage warns me to turn back
But there is no turning back
I am inches above her
She commands in silence
Her dominion absolute
At last
I can no longer fight what is preordained

A dark, dark kiss