These lips flatten and spread
as my gleeful gaze casts its nets upon your classic self
Face poised in exploration
Optical fangs of admiration,
preying upon those curvy terrains
My Joan of arc
Exuding elegance like that of Helen.
Troy! Do you see?
These strands of elegant follicles - a jungle of roses,atop the superior cranium throne sit in elegance,
jabbing me forth into drunken consciousness
Such beauty laced with hypnotic whips
Can a similitude exist?
O'er and out in this scape?
Within the enclaves of mars?
Andromeda?
Are the beautiful ones not yet born?
Perhaps an escaped prisoner, you slid out from the armpit of the future
These lines
Anviled with Cupid's Visceral thumps,
I render to you.
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