The Delilah Syndrome

 

 

She bathes in golden moonlight, her almond shaped eyes like mirrors, a dance of sensual liaisons as if to steal the soul of every virile man alive.

 

The scent of hyacinth and jasmine alluring a hidden oubliette of the heart. She smiles with mischievous intent, resplendency no man could resist.

 

 

Conspiratorial winds praising melodies of a woman so omnipotent her name written on the tides of many a man's decimation, sweet

Delilah.

 

Pretend you love me with every thrust of my body, lips to quench my thirst for lust, take me for I am your slave. I adore you, come hither my dearest Delilah...

 

 

 

                       

                             7/21/12

 

Reviews

[Muse]

Wicked...and sinfully brilliant. Xo

[Dream Weaver]

Thank you "Muse" very kind of you to say xo