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Make men stretch their arms, to wake in her eyes Finger on lip, ring not on middle, mouth lovely With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars With the shades of occidental and oriental beauty Her lips suck forth my soul; ah, see where it flies There will I swell for heaven is in those lips pouty. This is the face that can launch a thousand rockets Burn the topless towers of any earth’s location. She’s ready to claim what nature gave her in tons. See you freshly bathed with glowing soft skin The flowers like earth, moon and stars in hair Piercing grey-black eyes alluring to commit sin. The fuller pouty lower lip, inviting my upper Making me nervous to touch, increase my beats Know the tips, beautiful lips sink the ships ever. Sweet Helena, make me immortal with a kiss. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. The world without you, everything is dross. ================================ Tenth place win in: Dr. Ram Mehta Partly inspired by Christopher Marlowe’s lines in his play Doctor Faustus Contest: Tell Her Story sponsored by Constance La France