_______________________________________________________________________________ / How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights! \ | You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates. | | I said, "I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds." May I find your | | breast like clusters of grapes on the vine, the scent of your breath like | | apricots, and your whispers like spiced wine flowing smoothly to welcome my | | caresses, gliding down through lips and teeth. | \ [Song of Solomon 7:6-9 (NEB)] / -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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