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.