Song of Solomon 7:8-10

New King James Version

⁸ I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your ^[a]breath like apples,
⁹ And the roof of your mouth like the best wine.

The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved,
^[b]Moving gently the ^[c]lips of sleepers.
^10 (A)I am my beloved’s,
And ^(B)his desire is toward me.