"And he kissed me with the kisses of his mouth, and his love was more delicious than wine, and hors were their perfumes smell, and it was beautiful the neck between pearls and earrings cheeks, how beautiful you are, my darling, how beautiful you are, your eyes are doves (said), show me your face, let me hear your voice because your voice is smooth and your lovely face, I've gone mad love, my sister, a look was enough, only one of your necklace, to go mad, oozing honeycomb are your lips, your tongue contains treasures of milk and honey, your breath tastes like apples, thy breasts to clusters of grapes, Your mouth pours a fine wine that is poured between the teeth and lips intoxicating in an instant my heart love [...]"
Umberto Eco "The Name of the Rose"
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