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.

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?

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

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.

I wasn't kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

. . . And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

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

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

Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
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Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loath to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met,
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.