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May your breasts be like clusters of grapes, your breath as fragrant as apples, and your mouth like the finest wine. [She] May the wine go straight to the man I love and gently move the lips of those who are asleep.
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thy throat shall be as best wine. Worthy to my darling for to drink, and to his lips and teeth to chew. (yea, thy breath is like the best wine. Worthy for thy darling to drink, and flowing over my lips and teeth.)