Private Midnight

Perfume, venom, seduction, ambush, hypnosis, ancient rituals of mystery and dark magic, unsolved murders, intimate experiments with trust and pain thresholds, giant clams, cognac, limousines, orchids, the succulent meat of fresh crustaceans dipped in melted butter, blood paintings, silkworms, Kabuki masks, handmade lace lingerie worn only once, poison darts, ceremonial daggers, the breath and moisture of a supplicant’s trembling tongue on my feet, exposed callipygian buttocks arched over a black lacquer opium bed, the scent and textures of warm latex, damp satin, cold stainless steel & unborn pony hide, ornamental coffins, the tarantella, luscious runaway girls whose legs spread like butterfly wings, extremely well-endowed servile men, cattle prods…and alcoholic homicide detectives who are suckers for old torch songs and younger women in high heeled vinyl boots wearing champagne blonde wigs on hot summer nights.