Solomon Kiss
Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth
Not of his hand out of anger or his fists out of jealousy
He should kiss me with his mouth that will never speak hatful of harmful words to me, always saying sweet rhymes of his love for me. Protecting me from hate and harm giving me all the love he can muster and even more becaues his love is gods love and if that love if pure than his mouth will always speak soft to me like a whispering wind kissing my sikn on a hot day.
For thy love is better than wine
Not beer or liquor but sweet wine made form grapes and other sweet fruits.Pure and strong things of earth blessed with gods grace to nurture the body. He shall be my wine and I his.
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