Song of Solomon 7:8-10

New Century Version

⁸ I said, “I will climb up the palm tree
    and take hold of its fruit.”
Let your breasts be like bunches of grapes,
    the smell of your breath like apples,
⁹ and your mouth like the best wine.

Let this wine go down sweetly for my lover;
    may it flow gently past the lips and teeth.
¹⁰ I belong to my lover,
    and he desires only me.