The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Thy cause must be at my tribunal tried:

None but Neæra can the point decide.”

KISS XII.

Modest matrons, maidens, say,

Why thus turn your looks away?

Frolic feats of lawless love,

Of the lustful powers above,

Forms obscene that shock the sight,

In my verse I ne’er recite,—