Song of Solomon - Chapter 6
Song of
Solomon - Chapter 6
Your hair flows beautifully over your breasts like flocks descending from Mount Gilead.
1 In my
dream, the young virgins of Jerusalem wanted to know the private things my
beloved was doing.
2 I
explained, he is going down on my vaginal garden, where my sweet fragrant
spices are flowing. He’s using his tongue to caress the flower petals of my vulva, enjoying my lilies.
3 For I belong to my love, and his desires long for me. He is delighting us both as he caresses the lily flower petals of my vulva.
4 My darling,
my bride, when I see your vagina, it takes away my breath, like the smallest entrance to a beautiful majestic city, surrounded by the banners of your vulva, inviting me with great fanfare.
5 I am overwhelmed and flush with burning desire - please turn your
eyes from me. I am overcome with arousal.
Your hair flows beautifully over your breasts like flocks descending from Mount Gilead.
6 Your smile
is white like ewe lambs coming from their washing, each one having their matching
twin.
7 The
blushing of your cheeks is like pomegranates hiding behind your veil.
8 My love, if
I had sixty queens to sleep with and eighty concubines to satisfy my sexual desire
and all the young virgins begging to come into my bed,
9 Still, you
would be the only one for me, my dove, my virtuous one. You are the one for me. You are unique among them all. Even your own mother declared you radiant. Have
you heard how these women and sexual concubines sing your praises.
10 They say –
who is this one who radiates like the dawn, as glowing as the moon, brings the
sunlight wherever she goes and is as majestic as all the stars in the heavens.
11 His words
filled me with desire to bring my erotic passion into
bloom. To bring the firmness of my
lovers timber into fullness. To bring
forth the sexual juices of my pomegranates.
12 And before
I knew it, my heart and body were raptured, my desire was to ride my lover,
hard, like the chariots of Aminadab.
13 And then he
called to me – my Shulamite woman, come to me so I can enjoy the site of your
beauty. Come dance the Mahaniam before
me, slowly, as you remove each and every item of your clothing, so that I may be mesmerized by the
site of your perfect nakedness.
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