OT-POET.filter - rotherham sleeping:

rotherham@Songs:5:2 @ SHE I, was sleeping, but, my heart, was awake, The voice of my belovedknocking! Open to me, my sister, my fair one, my dove, my perfect one, for, my head, is filled with dew, my locks, with the moisture of the night.

rotherham@Songs:7:9 @ And, thy mouth, like good wine SHE Flowing to my beloved smoothly, gliding over the lips of the sleeping.