Samson and Delilah
Delilah: Samson, why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
the hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft
feel of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You truly do have the strength of a god, but even a god is subject
to the mind-blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me
by submitting to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated
wedlock which you earnestly desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your
honey gate. How could I ever resist thee Delilah? certainly at your
behest, I bequeath my awesome and divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands,
and see that there never was, nor can ever be, a warm resting place
for your wearied head like these lovely hands of mine designed like
a pillow fit for a Prince.
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