Material may not be reused without author's explicit permission.
by anah childes
nd Samson pressed--pressed repeatedly into the pink-gape of Delilah
Her thighs reaching up to grasp the torso
Her inner sanctum pulsing-pull and release--pull and release
with thunder pounding--with trains in the future rushing loud like climax.
Perhaps just the crass Harley sound in the future sucked in their energy
Samson would have been a Harley-ridin' dude
Sportin' a tattoo on muscled bi's--hair unfurled like a flag in honour of the JEW YEHWEH
And Delilah with her long lean lines would have settled seductive on the rear side
Feminine cache pressed into tight buttocks
"nothing here not s-x" between those two wild children of anarchy
"g-d, they fit!"
Samson CAME, spat out milk--milk.
Shudders swept--his shoulders hunched and collapsed
Pinning Delilah
A huff, huff, huff--boy like giggle emitted
"you take my strength--you take my strength" was the tortured relief exhaled
and Delilah swirled her fingers in the white milk
lying on her vaginal anteroom--the rise of pubic
she taking the excess…writhed into her fingers coated with the strength of Samson
singing "COME" songs--EMANUEL desired
singing "I want you to own me!"
Her wild feral female demanded the salvation of surrender
OWN ME OWN ME OWN ME--I want to rest.
until every ultimatum motive was erased with the "strange feeling of taken and taken".
Between the Samson and Delilah in all men and women eternal
There is no victor--
Love is always surrender.
Your critique of this work is appreciated.
Please e-mail the author.
Return to Sauce*Box, Summer 2000