I love…
…feeling you shutter when I kiss your neck and gently press myself close against you from behind. It feels then like a sparkling glow is all around us.

From “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: –
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?