Delilah

She’s got the body of a goddess

A pretty face and a pretty smile

A striking statue of serendipity

Yet she could do much harm

With a mouth that spits balls of fire and venom

For what she lacked in intellect

She made up in beauty

She wouldn’t think much, but needn’t have to

Didn’t speak much, but didn’t have to

You spoke and thought for you and for her

But in the glistening glare of her gaze

Was the strength of her charm.

And if by any chance you were named Samson

She’d be your Delilah

Irresistibly she is envisioned,

Tempting is the mission

 there's an urge to flee
but you can't find the strength to walk away

you're locked in her warm embrace

And trapped by her sparkling illusion.