Song of Songs 7:7-12

⁷You are as tall and slender as a palm tree; your breasts are like its clusters of fruit.

⁸I tell myself, “I will climb the palm tree and take hold of the fruit.” May your breasts be like bunches of grapes on the vine, and your breath have the scent of apples!

⁹May your kisses be like the best wine, going down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.

¹⁰My love is mine, and I am the one he desires!

¹¹Come, my love, let's go out into the countryside, and spend the night among the henna flowers.

¹²Let's go early to the vineyards and see if the vines have budded and are in flower, and if the pomegranates are blossoming. There I will give my love to you.