Singing the Song of Marriage

A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. (Sg of Sol 1:13 KJV)

I dream, in the depths of the night. I dream of sleeping between her breasts. When I awake, I see her mounds towering over me. My tongue searches out her nectar. First upon the crown of her breast, then lower, to her garden. Her scent is intoxicating.

I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. (Sg of Sol 2:3b-4 KJV)

I hunger for his cedar. I lick it, and it drips with his nectar. I place my warmth around it, and it trembles and throbs with delight. I expose and enclose it in my love, my tongue seeks out his glands. It squirts its juice into me, and I hungrily drink it down. His taste is like the fairest of lilies, a true banquet of the heart.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. (Sg of Sol 2:6,16 KJV)

As his kisses sweeten my love, he slides an arm around me. His right hand seeks between my legs, my engorged lips responds to his fondling and kissing with groans and moans. He caresses my backside down to my rear, as he would someone for who he has great affection. His kisses move south, to the land of my lilies. He discovers my scent which drives him crazy, and he snuggles into my mound of sweet pleasures, only to discover that I am ready. I am awash with my love juices, which flow over him and cause him to want me. Causes him to desire me, as if he is unhinged when it comes to being satisfied and satisfying me.

He licks my sweet spot, and I respond with vibrations. With a deep longing pleasure both for him not to stop, but also to take him into my inner chamber of love. Into the very doorway of my love, because he is my spouse.

I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. (Sg of Sol 3:4 KJV)

Yes, I love him that much, to become one with him. I ask, as he feeds among my lilies, to feast upon my love with his member. He agrees and moves to enter my secret chamber, reserved for him alone.

He overshadows me, his manhood stands tall and proud, like a mountain, like a rock. I watch as he thrusts his cedar into my doorway, until it can be seen no more. Until he shakes with pleasure. In and out, back and forth. Then he releases his seed into my garden of myrrh and loving spices with much rejoicing.

Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck. How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! How much better is thy love than wine, and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! (Sg of Sol 4:9-10 KJV)

I watch her, her form, her rounded rear, her slender torso, rising to two mountain peaks, firm and capped with a cedar on each one. Oh how I ravish them! Oh how I enjoy their scent, their sweet nectar! I drink from her cistern, and it is intoxicating, both in sight and touch. Her perfect mound entreats me to enter in, with both tongue and member. With both heart and soul. I love your love!

A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits. (Sg of Sol 4:12, 16b KJV)

I love your love so much, my doe, that I dive into its depths once again. I simply cannot stay away! I lick and suck until I sense you tremble—my desire rising to meet your desire for me. I feast upon your garden until once again, you vibrate with my love, echoing throughout your body. I love everything about you, your juices, your scent, your special way of receiving as well as giving your feast to me. You arch your back. Your words and volume increase while your breath grows shallow and wispy. You scream as your body convulses. You relax into bliss, you relax into my loving embrace.

I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved. (Sg of Sol 5:1 KJV)

I greatly desire to taste my beloved again. I sink his manhood deep into my mouth. His juice is as sweet as honey, and like wine, it made me joyful. As I move up and down his shaft, I rejoice with every throb of pleasure he experiences. Contentment floods over me as he releases his cream into my throat. Oh, so good! Not only for its own sake, but also for its bonding of the two into one. Yes, even in my mouth, I have drunk abundantly of this oneness.

My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. (Sg of Sol 5:4 KJV)

Then in response, he again invades my garden with his fingers. He sinks into my folds with a couple of them, pumping harder and harder. I can take no more and once again, I fly into a release of orgasmic bliss. I can think of nothing else but my beloved and the joy of our oneness.

I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. (Sg of Sol 5:5 KJV)

I respond by stroking his key and spreading my legs. He enters my secret chamber, no longer a secret from him. He has me squat so that he can enter from behind. His fingers find their way to my mouth; I suck on them, enjoying each lick of his sexual love from within my garden. He loves me, as I have never been loved before. He pumps me full of himself, as he moans in the glory of it all.

His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. (Sg of Sol 5:16 KJV)

As I take him into my mouth; he feasts upon the glory of my garden. Two people, intertwined as one. My friend, my lover, my spiritual companion. He is wonderful, and he is mine.

She is glorious in her inner and outer beauty, and she is mine. We kiss in the afterglow of our extended loving, knowing there will be many more opportunities in the future to bring such pleasure to each other. And we most certainly will discover, in years to come, joyous bliss. To be enraptured by this love is to break or be broken by its truth. To be caught up in love, once it passes these doors, is to be one flesh, one in spirit, and one in truth.

Thereby we sing this song of Solomon. This song of songs. This song of love between spouses.