Those Shoes, Those Thighs

The shoes you’re wearing put you into

a very comely stance. 

Your thighs, both ni-cely rounded

await this master’s hands.

Your navel’s like a- bowl that

Is filled with finest wine.

Your belly for-ms a place where

I’d like to take a ride. 


Your breasts, like fa-wns in frolic

Swing as you lightly step.

Your neck is smo-oth and splendid

Your eyes replete with depth.

Your nose is fine-l-y shaped and

Your hair is like a crown.

Your hold is stro-ng upon me.

I’m likely to melt down.


Photo:   by Eric Nopanen on Unsplash

Source:  Song of Solomon 7:1-5

Text:  David Alexander, 2021   CC BY-SA

Tune:  Wie Liebich Ist Der Maien  ,Public Domain


Audio:  Used by Permission.