Quotes About Intimacy

How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all spices.

Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.

My sister, my bride, you are a garden locked up, a spring enclosed, a fountain sealed.

I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?

My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.

I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.

My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my motherís breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

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

If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.