6 Bible Verses about Sexual Desire

Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your temple is like a slice of pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones. A thousand shields are hung upon it, all the shields of the warriors. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.read more.
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I'll go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. May you journey from the top of Amana, from the tops of Senir and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountain lairs of leopards. You have made my heart beat faster, my sister, my bride. You have made my heart beat faster with one glance of your eyes, with one strand of your necklace. How beautiful is your love, my sister, my bride. How much better is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than all kinds of spices. Your lips drip honey, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. My sister, my bride, is a locked garden a locked rock garden, a sealed up spring. Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with choice fruit, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all the trees of frankincense, along with myrrh and aloes, and all the finest spices. You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water, streams flowing from Lebanon.

He told the woman, "I'll greatly increase the pain of your labor during childbirth. It will be painful for you to bear children, "since your trust is turning toward your husband, and he will dominate you."

Let him kiss me over and over again! Your love is better than wine. The fragrance of your perfumed oil is wonderful. Your name is perfume poured out. Therefore the young women love you. Take me with you! Let's run away! Let the king bring me into his private chambers. The daughters of Jerusalem will rejoice and be happy for you. We will value your love more than wine. They love you appropriately.

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind. Make my garden breathe out, let its fragrance flow. Let my beloved come into his garden, and let him eat its choicest fruits.

Come, my beloved. Let us go out to the country, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards, let us see whether the vine has budded, whether the blossom has opened, whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I'll give you my love. The mandrakes give off their fragrance, and over our doors are all the choice fruits, both old and new, that I've stored up for you, my beloved.

I was a wall and my breasts were like towers. Then I became like one who finds peace in his eyes.