Hellfire Club, New York, 1980 & Andaman Morning
By the time we were done with it nobody knew the difference: pain or pleasure was nearly the same.
We took the fast ride to explain our games of dark desire, a glory hole for boys in dog collars, the tether
and a fist. Another all-night toy to be broken by badass girls in heels and leather. Then bliss
at sunrise, in a nameless light along 9th Avenue, and you, again, repaired by a stranger’s kiss.