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Old 08-13-2010, 09:11 AM   #354
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Originally Posted by Ea View Post
Much better than Paulus
The Song of Solomon contains some extremely erotic and beautiful poetry. In the following passage from the second chapter (verses 10-17, King James Version), I've often seriously wondered if the phrase "he feedeth among the lilies" is a euphemism for cunnilingus:

.....My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
.....For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
.....The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
.....The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
.....O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
.....Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
.....My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
.....Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.
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