Song of Solomon 7:7-9 ▼

7 Your very form resembles a date-palm, and your breasts, clusters.

8 I thought, “Let me climb the date-palm! Let me take hold of its branches! Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine and the fragrance of your breath like apples,

9 And your mouth like the best wine— that flows down smoothly for my lover, gliding over my lips and teeth.