6 Bible Verses about Sexual Desire

As a scarlet thread thy lips, and thy speech becoming: as a piece of pomegranate, thy temples from behind thy veil. As the tower of David thy neck, built for the weapons; a thousand shields hung upon it, all shields of the powerful. Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe deer feeding among the lilies.read more.
Till the day shall breathe, and the shadows fled away, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of Lebanon. All of thee beautiful, my friend, and no blemish in thee. Thou shalt come with me from Lebanon, O bride, with me from Lebanon: thou shalt go round about from the head of faith, from the head of Shenir and Hermon, from the dwellings of lions, from the mountains of panthers. Thou didst rob me of the heart, my sister, O bride; thou didst rob me of the heart with one of thine eyes, with one necklace of thy neck. How beautiful were thy breasts, my sister, O bride! how good were thy breasts above wine, and the odor of thine ointments above all spices. Thy lips will drop honey droppings, O bride: honey and milk under thy tongue, and the odor of thy garments as the odor of Lebanon. A garden shut up, my sister, O bride; a reservoir shut up, a fountain sealed. Thy sendings forth a park of pomegranates, with most precious fruits, cypresses with spikenards, Spikenard and saffron; the reed and cinnamon, with all the woods of Lebanon; myrrh and aloes, with all the heads of spices. A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and flowings from Lebanon.

To the woman he said, Multiplying, I will multiply thy pain and thy conception; in pain thou shalt bring forth children; and to thy husband thy desire, and he shall rule over thee.

He shall kiss me from the kisses of his mouth: for thy good breasts are above wine. To the odor of the good ointments thy name shall be poured forth an ointment; for this, the maidens loved thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: the king brought me to his chambers: we will exult and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy breasts above wine: the upright loved thee.

Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden; its spices shall flow out. My beloved shall come to his garden, and he shall eat his most precious fruits.

Come, my beloved, we will go forth to the field; we will lodge in the villages. We will rise early to the vineyards; we will see if the vine was fruitful, the vine blossoms opened, the pomegranates blossomed: there will I give my beloved to thee. The mandrakes gave an odor, and upon our entrances all precious things, new also old, my beloved, I laid up for thee.

I am a wall, and my breasts as towers: then was I in his eyes as finding peace.