Delilah: Samson! why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of

               mistrust? the hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the

               soothing and soft feel of my moist lips, your stolid heart

               betrays.

               You truly do have the strength of a god, but even a god is

              subject to the mind-blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove

              your love to me by submitting to just this nagging request,

              and our much anticipated wedlock which you desire much

             will be certain.

Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your

                 honey gate. How could I ever resist thee Delilah? certainly at

                 your behest, I bequeath my awesome and Divine strength.

Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging

               hands and see that there never was, nor can ever be; a warm

              resting place for your wearied head like these lovely hands of

              mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.