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

f*****g &

if not f*****g,

then it ignites all the things beyond f*****g, 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.