Delilah on my mind. I watch my hair.
She pesters me like sweetness in a corse.
Her cutting glance will bind me to her chair.
So irresistible! -- The baiting stare!
Seduction burns my eyes with no remorse.
Delilah on my mind... I watch my hair.
I gasp! -- A broken sound like David's prayer...
My skipping heart a pulverizing horse...
Her cutting glance will bind me to her chair.
The kink of snapping strings does not compare
To how this maiden masters me, perforce:
Delilah on my mind... I watch my hair.
I know I'll slay an army for this mare.
With jawbone bent I see no simple course;
Her cutting glance will bind me to her chair.
And when the time has come to crush the lair
I'll fling my Hallelujahs to their Source.
Delilah on my mind... I watch my hair...
Her cutting glance will bind me to her chair.
Adding your comment:
A wonderful penning, dear Scribe. I see Lyndon was quite pleased by what his poem had inspired from your eloquent quill. I, for one, would have defended your hair from being sheared by the deceitful Delilah. I think we'd have had an army to do so, knowing your legions of fans. 
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
Lyndon.
Exemplary form as always.
