RETRIBUTIVE

I have acceded that the first kiss teems with a hazsardness that rests within pucker and tongue. I have not acceded that the first kiss holds heat while unknowingly cools within its own force to dissociate itself from the second kisses’ retributive wants based on its own sexual comparative diminishment slop: an in-house job with retribution’s encased reparative ease, that prototype, punishment, encircled and positioned to hold to get for the get, a completeness, a rampant engaged essential, no exposition, nothing tangential, where the ineffable vagaries are rhetorically discounted by first kiss penchants’ sexual sequencing.

I had a scratchy awareness that kiss one sets forth kiss two as we all know how tenaciously a good immediacy jumps to precipitator carrying an admixture geared to depict that vested self-interest insurgency.The first kiss is not a form of foreplay, for if considered, and one must, as a statement of loss holding that inevitable disinterestedness that will follow to allow the refocus to the untamable retributive evasions, one recognizes simple sexual misdirection. It is a temporal math fuck problem to reconstruct one to be two and take “let’s fuck” as a disarmed “do it again.”