The Language of Kisses
Poetry, Quotes and Prose

A man snatches the first kiss,
pleads for the second,
demands the third,
takes the fourth,
accepts the fifth,
and endures all the rest.
Helen Rowland


I hope that he would love me more,
And he has kissed my mouth
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For thought I know he loves me,
Tonight my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
Sara Teasdale


Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty, add a hundred more:
A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on,
To make that thousand up a million.
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Robert Herrick

"I saw you take his kiss!"
"O, modesty!" "Twas strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least I knew
He thought I thought he thought I slept."
Coventry Patmore

Now gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes
Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe;
And free access unto thy sweet lips lies,
From whence I long the rosy breath to draw.

Methinks not wrong it were, if I should steal
From those two melting rubies one kiss;
None sees the theft that would the theft reveal,
Nor rob I her of aught that she can miss;

Nay should I twenty kisses take away,
There would be little sign I would do so;
Why then ashould I this robbery delay?
O, she may wake, and therewith angry growl!
Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one,
And twenty hundred thousand more for loan!
George Wither


What my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its bough more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay


A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature
to stop speech when words become superfluous.
- Ingrid Bergman


I understand thy kisses, and thou mine
And that's a feeling disputation.
- William Shakespeare

A genuine kiss generates so
much heat it destroys germs.
S. L. Katzof

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