Charles C. Bombaugh, The literature of kissing (1876)
“ What joy! to kiss those eyes that wanton rove,Then catch the glances of returning love;Or clinging to the cheek of crimson glow,The bosom, shoulder, or the neck of snow;What pleasure! tender passion to assuage,And see the traces of our amorous rageOn the soft neck or blooming cheek exprest,On the white shoulder, or still whiter breast!’Twixt yielding lips, in every thrilling kiss,To dart the trembling tongue,—what matchless bliss!Inhaling sweet each other’s mingling breath,While Love lies gasping in the arms of Death! ”
