Song of Songs

“May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine.”

“May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth. I belong to my lover, and his desire is for me.”

 

(Solomon, “Song of Songs”)

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Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.