Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear.... if you do not feel the jolt in your soul read more

Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear.... if you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt, then you're not really in love at all....

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is
simply not giving the kiss the attention read more

Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is
simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed read more

Tell me who first did kisses suggest?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest;
It kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
The fair month of May was then in its pride,
The flowers were all from the earth fast springing,
The sun was laughing, the birds were singing.

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not read more

Remember the Viper:--'twas close at your feet,
How you started and threw yourself into my arms;
Not a strawberry there was so ripe nor so sweet
As the lips which I kiss'd to subdue your alarms.

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are read more

Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police, some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.

It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.

It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The read more

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow read more

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel
The lips which press love's glowing seal;
But as the slow years darklier roll,
Grown wiser, the experienced soul
Will own as dearer far than they
The lips which kiss the tears away.