The Mechanical Kiss

the mechanical kiss comes without “love” without any sense of “love” without any place for “love” without any want of affection in the manner of “making love” without any need for the emotions invested in “love” without any want for the romance babbled about concerning this “love” without any stake in a later possibility of “love” without any further investigation of the concept as it is defined by others in “love”--- the mechanical kiss is one based on pure urge--- it has no direction beyond immediate gratification & it’s the lighting of the fuse for the coming explosion(s)--- it rides hard against the grain of what we are told by all of the morality police that should be the reason for ****ing & if not ****ing, then it ignites all the things beyond ****ing, the blades, the whips, the chains, the toys, the lubes, the machines, the candles dripping wax, the nails scraping down backs, the water hoses, the paddles, the tying up, the pvc, the metal prongs & the just letting go, where the time spent pushing the body to the limit of experience is not restrained by these complications which leave us stirring days later in wonder--- no, the spent, exhausted body, will suffice. and just think, one kiss started it all one key in the hole one lightning strike deep into the furthest reservoir of our splashing sex--- moist lips will quiver best when licked.