Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon
by the gate of Bath Rabbim
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon
looking toward Damascus
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel
Your hair is like royal tapestry;
the king is held captive by its tresses.
How beautiful you are and how pleasing,
O love, with your delights!
Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your brests like clusters of fruit.
I said, "I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit."
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
and your moth like the best wine.

well, I never knew Song of Songs could be so... erotic. (Ch. 7:4-9)