Song of Solomon 7:8 ~ Cantares 7:8

I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

Yo dije: Subiré a la palma, me asiré de sus ramas. Y tus pechos serán ahora como racimos de vid, y el aliento de tu nariz como de manzanas;

Continue reading Report error

---