Tend thee the kiss that poisons ’mid caressings.
Charles Lamb.
Both our mouths went wandering in one way,
And, aching sorely, met among the leaves;
Our hands, being left behind, strained far away.
Wm. Morris: Defence of Guinevere.
I saw you kissing once: like a curved sword,
That bites with all its edge, did your lips lie.