Her words

11 Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon.

He likes words...words from my lips...words that he gives me. to him they are sweet not because of the content but because of the passion. it is a great sin to withhold these loving whispers form our beloved. notice how her lips are dripping with sweetness now in the same way his drip with grace (ps 45)