Song of Solomon (Remove filter)
kiss me with your mouth
You talk to me and tell me that love makes the world
That from dust,
Man and woman go forth sharing ribs
And Lie in Holy Union, with gold rings on their fingers
A symbol.
That Solomon was pleased,
And sang in the rapture of our bodies
And that God himself is blessed by my sex,
Offered on silver platters with fine fruits and juices
for dancing and sweatin...
Monday 27th June 2011 1:33 am
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