Gita Govinda 1.1.42

1.1.42

kāpi kapola-tale militā lapituṃ kim api śruti-mūle |
cāru cucumba nitambavatī dayitaṃ pulakair anukūle ||

The third one of that dazzling band of dwellers in the wood--
Body and bosom panting with the pulse of youthful blood--
Leans over him, as in his ear a lightsome thing to speak,
And then with leaf-soft lip imprints a kiss below his cheek;
A kiss that thrills, and Krishna turns at the silken touch
To give it back--ah, Radha! forgetting thee too much.