Song of Songs 7:8-10

Modern English Version

⁸ I say I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,
⁹     and your mouth like the best wine.
It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.

¹⁰ I am my beloved’s,
    and his desire is for me.