My Eve Poem by Christina Ader

My Eve, you are a mischief like Lilith
And able to transform my blood in` wine
To turn this fairy story contempt beneath,
To squeeze it through vital veins of mine.

My pluffy passion breaks my guts,
Devoted to a peevish living charm - luvvy,
My ego claims to me 'make tracks',
But eyes`ve just whispered 'ideal moi'.

What`s on your mind, my silent Sphinx,
With lips resembling a seal crowned by arms,
Impregnable is as a mountain behind Styx
And trouble it seems strikingly unwise.

Once leapt in love headlong like in the park`s pond,
Even a gentle creature gladly eats you as if a shark with bond.