Song of Solomon 7:9

7This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit.

8I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples.

9Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

10I am my beloved’s. His desire is toward me.

11Come, my beloved! Let’s go out into the field. Let’s lodge in the villages.