Song of Songs 7:7-9

ISV(i) 7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. 8 I told myself, “I’ll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples. 9 May your mouth be like good wine.
The Loved One May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.