You kiss by the book.

O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Some there be that shadow kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first: The odds for high and low's alike

I kissed thee ere I killed thee -- no way but this,Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.