I slept with Delilah
I lay with her lie that
she wanted my love-vat,
not my sheer power
Delilah said ready
I kept it on steady
our heads heaven heady
up late the next morn
Night after night we
made love in the light of
the moment the flight of
the fancy flew fast
Now passion may kill you
smart fashion may fill you
start smashing the sinew
within you; virtue
Her lips and my hips
my groin and her tongue
her limbs and my chest
our minds now unsprung
her pounding breast heart
sent me tearing apart
at the seams of her dress
now the whole thing's a mess
She lied and lied good
for she knew that I would,
if I found out she could;
kill her stone dead
The nape of her neck
I caressed as I wrecked
the structure around us,
a union no more
The dust and the rubble
that woman was trouble
my heartbeat, it doubled
her breath is no more
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