DELILAH

Flowers swayed with raging envy,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.
The wind kissed her face with glee,
the luscious hair emblazoned her pretty.

Her swollen eyes vigorated with love,
twirling lusty lips smiled as a dove.
He was here, her brawny Samson,
sprung up, ran to him in jubilation.

Embraced him, kissed him, tears fell,
rubbed his shaved head, trembled, chill.
He touched her cheeks, hard and moistened,
felt her eyes, blind, snarled and shackled.

Troubled cheeks shivered, the tears flooded
as she saw him mocked, hit and kicked.
Inconsolable, grieved, heavy hearted she ran.
They all fell and her lover Samson.

Heart broken, guilty and suffocated,
she wept bitterly, filled with hatred.
Flowers swayed with benign pity,
saw her Delilah, her lascivious beauty.