From The Kisses by Johannes Secundus
translated by Walter Kelly
 

Kiss V

     When you, Neaera, clasp me in your gentle arms, and hang upon my shoulder, leaning over me with your whole neck and bosom, and lascivious face; when putting your lips to mine, you bite me and complain of being bitten again; and dart your tremulous tongue here and there, and sip with your querulous tongue here and there, breathing on me delicious breath, dulcet sounding, moist, the sustenance of my poor life, Neaera when you suck away my languid breath, my burning, parched breath, parched by the heat that rages in my bosom, and extinguish the flames that consume me, exhausting their heat by your inhalations; then I exclaim, "Love is the god of gods and no god is greater than Love; but if there be any one greater than Love, you, you alone, Neaera, are in my eyes that greater one."