Delilah's Story- Part I

She ran her finger through sun kissed locks As he lay sleeping in her bed His handsome face smiled in a dream Her breasts the pillow for his head How she wanted their night to last But soon t’would be the break of day When he would arise and then be gone Her charm could not make him stay But, oh how she did adore him As she gazed at his muscled form Even more than she loved his strength Was his passion that took her by storm She had lain often in this bed With countless other horrid men But none had ever touched her heart As this man fast asleep right then Earlier she’d once more asked him That which would bring her wealth and fame She asked as she slowly undressed “Delilah, your question’s the same.” “But, Samson if you do love me You’ll share your secret that’s profound” Then she molded herself to him He couldn’t breathe or make a sound He moaned as she touched and pleased him But she knew timing must be right Before she’d let him possess her Her vict’ry had to be in sight She called him in the grip of passion “Your strength drives me insane But, Samson, if I don’t know the secret You’ll never touch me like this again” His hair flowed down all about her Curtaining all except his face “You’ll always be mine, Delilah My hair is my God given grace.” Then she closed her eyes and let go And they both tasted ecstasy Now he lay spent on her full breasts Would she let her strong man go free? Eileen Manassian Ghali