Quotes About Intimacy

Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.

A loving doe, a graceful fawn—may her breasts satisfy you always; may you be captivated by her love forever.

She seizes him and kisses him; she brazenly says to him:

I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, with aloes, and with cinnamon.

Come, let us take our fill of love till morning. Let us delight in loving caresses!

This is Solomonís Song of Songs.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.

The fragrance of your perfume is pleasing; your name is like perfume poured out. No wonder the maidens adore you.

Take me away with you—let us hurry! May the king bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and delight in you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts.

How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.

He has brought me to the house of wine, and his banner over me is love.

His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

My beloved is mine and I am his; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my motherís house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

Before the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.

You have captured my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your neck.