There I’ll Give You My Love

Come, my beloved, let us go forth to the field; let us lodge in the countryside. As we lodge, let your breasts be like clusters of the vine that will satisfy me at all times and the fragrance of your breath like apples - there I'll give you my love. Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open and the pomegranates are in bloom - there I'll give you my love. 

I'll glide over your sweet lips with my tongue as you sleep. For now I know you are mine, irrevocably mine! The curves of your thighs are like jewels - the work of the hands of a skilful workman who is the eternal creator. I'll lie between your breasts that are adorably mammoth and gigantic, and very pleasing to rest between. As I get intoxicated with your breasts, there I'll give you my love.


By Bishop Love