EVE

EVE

Do the lights in my garden allure you?

Do you want to take a peak?

To what lies here after midnight,

I may be a witch, christened through my widow's peak.

It's true I wear striped stockings, with ringlets that mesmerize.

I make no apologies for the way they suck my thighs.

And in my cauldron boil, I can stir up stories of men who have tried,

To seize my inner garden and cut me down to size.

You wonder how I got this way.

Hasn't she a man with whom to stay?

I just sit back and sip the blossom tea,

Revealing the beauty mark under my nose tip. It wears the hair of three.

One for beauty, one for bold, and one for Adam's heart of gold.