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Upon Every Strand Of Thy Hair (Delilah)

We conjure the booming energy of the scarlet seductress who lips were the taste of immortality and promised each man who stands    
A pilgrimage to walk upright and be the mightiest of a mortal man    
Her lavender scented sheets, welcomed our manly flesh    
Disrobe in our nakedness as we stood in her honor to feel our souls unto her mesh    
     
A beguiling sight to the festive of our blind eyes    
The warmth between her thighs can make any Sire, or commoner's natural rise    
A gift to ease inside the temple of her mind      
She makes you lose all thoughts of regal time    
In her nudity, she is a Goddess as she touched upon our eager bodies    
Pulling her into our embrace, warmth greeted your inner soul making love, she is balm, the soothing effects of a hot tottie    
     
Within the sanctuary our loins, pleasured by Deliah    
Surrendering the spirit of our love, submitting our free will if there ever was    
A seductress who has captured one man’s heart too many to name    
The scent of deception, the flavor of her love we all wear its badge of shame    
We are chanting her aura back into existence    
Each hand raised to the thunderous skies, we need her to shower her love down it has become our incantations we remain rooted in solidarity with persistence    
     
What good is a man who has faith, the strength of a lion’s roar    
I am Samson, to my body, in my weakness her love notes softly poured    
In my slumber, she took my wisdom to share, my sight to see, my hope to go on    
Chained to her memories where my heart, she resides, I was her love, her heart, she was my divine home    
Oh, Delilah what have thy beautiful temptress done      
Your ruse to love unto another has brought down bricks and mortar, only ruins remain of a now dethroned Kingdom    
     
A lock of my stand of hair      
I became weaken in my galloping to run free, now held in this beauty’s captive lair, devoid of substance to even care  
She has a price to the skies she must atone    
Confess her sorrow as she faces us men who were left alone    
Her promise to see us uplift in our greatness, told to each one of us      
We are her chants to ether, to never allow a woman to mesmerize, in the name of love, thy God, we shall only trust
   
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Oh, I love this Femma Fatale week it allows me to bring into fruition these women of grace, beauty, deception, treachery, wickedness, in the name of affliction, and the men who loved them the women stories to answer these begotten handsome men will be told through my Blendology Forum.

Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🍯

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