Delilah, just the name carries
a lot of connotations
A manipulator,scandalous,
and a woman of temptations
Her beauty is skin deep
But her treachery's like an abyss
Lies dwell in her eyes,
There's poison in her kiss
By: J.N.R Dutton
Delilah
I see your beautiful face
Shining in my bathroom mirror
Every day
And it makes me happy
To know that you are alive each day
Delilah
How are you?
I hope that you are doing fine
'Twas a tawdry affair that trifles pittance fare,
A Qualified Judge.
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Allied With Grudge.
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Pride Did Smudge.
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Backslide By Nudge.
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Denied To Rejudge.
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Teary-Eyed No Budge.
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"FORGIVENESS"
"Implied?" ... "Theorized!"
"Her fate has already been decided ..."
"... and what of me ...?"
"Your fate will be defined."
Date: March 2051
Nearly spring afternoon Molly Dolly
And Holly were visiting the grown
Children across the street. Damian
Was on video com with the family
Planning their vacation. "Ah man what
A fiasco this is will be! And the whole
Family?!" Julius was enthralled.
Damian said, "Yeah brother
You ain't said nothing but the bulk of it."
CJ spoke from video at the DHRR
Office. "Dad make sure you and ma have
High quality rooms alright?" Carter
Hakim responded, "CJ son I've been
On it since the TIME!" Now don't
Bother with us. Ya hear?" Damian
Said, "We will go to Hawaii first I have
My eye on some prizes there. Aaah
Yeah!" The big Papa Patriarch Preston
of The family included his expertise
"Uh family this will prove to be a
Masterful mega magical vacation!"
I don't doubt that you brothers
Will blow it out! Turn the damn island
Upside down haa!" Well remember who
We represent! Hakim!" So don't
Tread over board. Have a time for
Times sake! Family!" He closed
connection with a wave of his hand.
Today September 10, 2046 was
Matthias and Shadir's day. Dolly
Came to wake Molly from an empty
Plate dream. "Wake Molly girl! On
Your feet honey I know you're hungry."
Molly laid in bed stretching, "Okay
I'm up! Ugh! What time is it." Molly
Shielded her eyes from the sun shining
Through the vast panoramic window.
"11o'clock come on I cooked. Hit
The shower stank rose." Dolly pulled
Her from the bed and pushed her
To the shower. Molly jerked away.
"Alright!! That's...I'm okay. Good job."
Go check everybody else. Let me
Be." Then she started the shower as
Dolly left. Delilah began inventory
When Mallory was done with her
Shower and full final morning preparation.
Molly came to Dolly, "So What's in
The pipes for today." Dolly reported
"First I'm doing Inventory, securing our
food supply."
But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at the next round.
I shake gold pillars in Dagon's stone temple
where uncut spectators are dying to taunt me
but what do I care for I know you await me,
At noon I burn for you,
at nightfall I sigh for you, O Delilah.
Damian watched her with a
Small smile spreading across
His face. She stood on the bed
in front of Him. Complex crucible
Calculations collected volcanic
Explosive combustions.
That was all There was.
They had one Another in
Succulent successive
Orgasmic stimulation
The only word
That crossed his mind was
"Daamn." He fell to the bed
Pulling her on top of him.
She straddled him, one leg on
Each side.
"Delilah." He
Whispered her name in the
Twilight morning. Complex
Crucible calculated collected
Volcanic explosive combinations.
Continued.
They had one Another in and
Out of Succulent successive
Systematic orgasmic
Simulation for half the morning.
Dawn was a slow satisfaction
Which she was so strongly
And stately susceptible to.
"Yesss baby." She breathed
The words. Damian could
Only watch her in awe. While
He breathed deeply with long
Slow inhales and exhales.
Delilah was ecstatic and smiling
Pleased with herself and
Pleased with him.
Right now,
There is no right, no wrong,
Everything feels so dumb
It’s hard for me to describe
Because you made my mind a scribe.
Out for your gaze
Feeling like a haze
I went into a maze
To see your face
That’s where I got Amaze.
It’s 1:28 still thinking of you
What did you do,
Oh my Delilah,
Who are you?
As like a light
which vents into dark
You came into my mind
Without a mark.
Oh my Delilah,
Why you came,
Oh my darling
Why you came,
She is such a pretty porker the old sow said.
I thought you were too old for swine, said cousin Fred.
I may be tough, but I am certainly not dead,
She is a gorgeous gobbler, the old sow said.
Would you say she’s gourmet? Asked Aunt Sue.
She has been the head hog in the pen since ninety-two.
I don’t want to go there, her dad said, how about you?
Don’t get me into this said Uncle Pete, who was afraid of Sue.
The piglet in question was coming into her own.
She knew her curly tail was attractive as any rooster’s comb.
She rooted and tooted and flashed her sweet rump around.
Nearly doing in the males, who were looking away at the ground.
“Delilah! Stop that!” Yelled an old hog from inside the house.
You are flashing and flaring, tantalizing the boars with your louse.
Delilah smiled, knowing full well she was the best bacon intention.
Not understanding what it meant, but happy to receive full attention.
Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
The hypnotism of my succulent breasts, and the soothing soft feel of
my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You really 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 very
much 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.
Be it a spell
Be it my fate
Be it my train to hell
A date with death's a date
Yes I've heard the foreboding bell
The book yet a sad tale will tell
Death's inferior an angel to Loneliness
And tis fatal when Death's your physicianess
The child archer cherubim, your assassin
I'm helpless, powerless 'gainst this sin
Again I survived a kiss of dragon from her
Yet somehow she'll earn my trust on a platter
And every time on her bed of roses
She brings water out of rock like Moses
O! I am so confused
My wits they're all defused
My heart says let her in
And my head says no no no
Against my oat it's a sin
Yet somehow I will let go
She kills the savageness in me
And put me to sleep like a baby
I see them when I fall slumbering to her magic
Those blank scornish slavey days of mine
When I'd ask the blind familiar stranger
How could hearts how could love be this
Yet when she's near me I can't get my heartbeat static
This love is far sweeter than fine wine
In my mouth so sweet though I know 'tis vinegar
Somehow she makes it sweet in a kiss
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.
Here I stand akimbo and agape
In a state of limbo
Watching a bimbo
The she-devil flimflammed me into flames
Now I speak my love language mambo-jumbo
Here I stand my eyes oozing the water of my pains
I called her angel
Oh! Juliet-Delilah
I judged a heart by a face
Harpy! Harpy! I am not happy
Today my heart is full of wishful-thinking
May a bloody blond or a brute brunette be far away from me!
I gamble my hopes on time
Someday somewhere a Houri may come my way.
Oh Delilah, i wonder what happened to you
But i know what you did..
You naughty girl
Oh Samson, so strong and handsome
So famous and feared
From a prostitute to a woman in the valley of Sorek
Am so sure you could have easily found a Godly woman to continue your name
But maybe you had little Samsons elsewhere
Everywhere, unknowns or secrets
Who knows
You never know
Oh Delilah so alluring
So determined
So money hungry
Materialistic woman playing her cards right
A beauty to Samson's eyes
A curse to Samson's powers
Samson, a story of God's strength
Samson, a story of God's forgiveness
For God hears our prayers no matter the weight of our sins
We just have to repent and ask
The jester made a gesture
To the queen of Aberdeen
A soulful crave
A willing knave
His passion could be seen
DeLilah Grace McGahee
She wears the wounds of war
Her heart she gave
A love to save
And offers up no more
Said the jester to DeLilah
I can see your eyes are blue
A smile she gave
Unto the knave
These blues can see through you
DeLilah if I cannot lie
Nor can I spare the gloom
For mine have seen
What lies between
The shadows and the doom
Said DeLilah to the jester
I can almost see your pain
Came what would be
All that could be
Came a life of toil in vain
Said the jester No DeLilah
I can hardly see myself
Not I who swore
To love no more
Her heart upon a shelf
Not I who bears her battle scars
And reigns on Aberdeen
Not I DeLilah
Grace McGahee
Raving blue eyed queen
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
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