The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

“To a heart full of love let me hold thee,

To a heart which, dear Chloe, is thine;

With my arms I’ll forever enfold thee,

And twist round thy limbs like a vine.

“What joy can be greater than this is?

My life on thy lips shall be spent;

But the wretch that can number his kisses

With few will be ever content.”