The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

The pangs of unallayed desires?

Ah, no!—but turn not thus aside

Those tempting lips of scarlet glow;

Nor yet avert, with angry pride,

Those eyes, from whence such raptures flow!

Forgive the past, sweet-natured maid;

My kisses, love, are all thy own:

Then let my lips to thine be laid,

To thine, more soft than softest down.