Song of Solomon 7:10

I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

Your mouth like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep.

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

Let's go early up to the vineyards. Let's see whether the vine has budded, its blossom is open, and the pomegranates are in flower. There I will give you my love.