Samson's Delilah
Woman, you fan the fading flame of my mortality.
Nestled here in your warmth, blissful, soft serenity
that soothes and hushes down all hurt rememberings
of triumphs lost, of losses gained, of untold sufferings.
The spell of your charm seduces, to treachery leads,
as I grope, as I fumble about, as my lifeblood bleeds !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2010
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