Song.7.9

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

Song.7.9

your tongue and lips like the best wine. Yes, and yours are, too--my love's kisses flow from his lips to mine.

Song.7.9

and your mouth like the best wine. May the wine go straight to my lover, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

Song.7.9

And the roof of your mouth like the best wine. The wine goes down smoothly for my beloved, Moving gently the lips of sleepers.