The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
I don’t make love by kissing, I make love by dancing.
A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.
In Westerns you were permitted to kiss your horse but never your girl.