I brushed against Love

Who is this woman I met in MRT?
An incarnation of Eros
Or Diablo's avatar?
Her lovely hair and talking eyes
Abduct my conscience and abet my mind.
Elegant arms are a pair of silk chains
To form a death embrace I would die for.
Bronze skin surges over her body,
Toxic ocean to drown my soul.
Broadcast devoured my fantasy and dream.
Door bells delivered the ultimatum.
Should I go back to the safe platform
Or crash with the passionate train?