… O loved one, delectable maiden!
You are stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree and
lay hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters
of the vine, and the scent of your breath
like apples, and your kisses like the best
wine that goes down smoothly, gliding
over lips and teeth …
Song of Songs
