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The Song of Songs of Solomon. In reading, you can find out the foreplay (sensual touches and or sexual touches) that are morally okay:
May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Your **cheeks **are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your **neck **is like a bejeweled collar.
So much better than wine are your breasts, fragranced with the finest perfumes.
We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.How beautiful are your** breasts,** my sister, my spouse!
Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. **His abdomen **is ivory, accented with sapphires.
My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies, until the day rises and the shadows decline.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
Your** neck **is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Your** lips,** my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
**An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
May my beloved enter into his garden, **and eat the fruit of his apple trees.
I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
Your **navel **is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.
May he kiss me with the kiss of his mouth.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
Your **cheeks **are beautiful, like those of a turtledove. Your **neck **is like a bejeweled collar.
So much better than wine are your breasts, fragranced with the finest perfumes.
We will exult and rejoice in you, remembering your breasts above wine.
My beloved is a bundle of myrrh to me. He shall abide between my breasts.
Your two breasts are like two young does, twins that pasture among the lilies.How beautiful are your** breasts,** my sister, my spouse!
Your breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the fragrance of your ointments is above all aromatic oils.
Your two breasts are like two young twin does.
While the king was taking his rest, my aromatic ointment sent forth its odor.
My beloved is a cluster of Cyprus grapes to me, in the vineyards of Engaddi.
I am a flower of the open field and a lily of the steep valleys.
Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat beneath the shadow of the one whom I desired, and his fruit was sweet to my palate.
He brought me into the storeroom of wine. He set charity in order within me.
Prop me up with flowers. Close me in with apples. For I languish through love.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me.
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he arrives leaping along the mountains, jumping across the hills.
My beloved is like a doe and like a young stag.
Lo, my beloved speaks to me: Rise up, quickly, my love, my dove, my shapely one, and advance.
His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. **His abdomen **is ivory, accented with sapphires.
My beloved is for me, and I am for him. He pastures among the lilies, until the day rises and the shadows decline.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your eloquence is sweetness. Like a piece of pomegranate, so are your cheeks, except for what is hidden within.
Your** neck **is like the tower of David, which was built with ramparts: a thousand shields are hanging from it, all the armor of the strong.
Your** lips,** my spouse, are a dripping honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the fragrance of your garments is like the odor of frankincense.
**An enclosed garden is my sister, my spouse: an enclosed garden, a sealed fountain.
May my beloved enter into his garden, **and eat the fruit of his apple trees.
I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?
My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.
I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
I am for my beloved, and my beloved is for me. He pastures among the lilies.
How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.
Your **navel **is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.
I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.