The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Upon my livid lips bestow a kiss;

Oh, envy not the dead, they feel not bliss.

Dryden.

Then with great haste

I clasped my arms about her neck and waist;

About her yielding waist, and took a fouth

Of sweetest kisses frae her glowing mouth.

While hard and fast I held her in my grips,

My very saul came louping to my lips;