“His Mouth is Sweetness itself, He is desirable in every way. Such, O women, is my lover, my friend.”

Everything he speaks about me, everything he speaks to me, every prayer he prays over me is sweetness and love. I am drawn to His mouth and to His heart.

He protects me. He defends me and stands up for me. He loves me more than he loves himself. He makes sure I know that I am worth everything to Him.

My Lover, My Friend is patient with me. He reads me like a book and knows when I’m ready to receive him. When I’m not, he coaxes me gently with his tenderness until I can’t stand to be separated from Him.

My lover sings over me and the sound of his voice is tenderness and masculinity itself. I can’t help but want more of His goodness, His sweetness and…