Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth;
His fruit was sweet to my taste;
His fruit was sweet to my taste;
His left hand is under my head;
And his right hand doth embrace me.
Behold, thou art fair.
Open to me, my dove;
For my head is filled with the drops of the night.
Come, my beloved;
Let us see if the vine flourishes,
And the tender grapes appear,
And the pomegranates burn forth.
Apparently, The Song of Solomon is about sex and is incredibly romantic, (impatient? begin @ 1:35):
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