You said you don’t like kink, but when you do
you like bondage, group play, the stench of fear.
You’ve read about sex clubs and Masters who
love pain. I’d try that, you blush. With you, dear.
I’ve got off on fear, too, but my nasty
are in war films with submarines; that scene
where the crew despairs while the enemy
drops depth charges on them. All those obscene
faces in the dark, aghast, sublime stink
of dread. That’s an endorphin rush that no
sex club can match. Sub play, indeed. That’s not
kink, you say. That’s just hellish. Which is kink.
I think all perversions that lets us know
life is blessed are both dangerous and hot.
Notes:
For those unfamiliar with the term, a depth charge is a bomb designed to be dropped from a ship or aircraft to explode under water at a preset depth, used for attacking submarines.
memories of my ghost sista 