Was HP Lovecraft simply kinky?

Resisting the darkness while
willingly but guiltily
succumbing to it 

I was pondering why HP Lovecraft's writings always had a resonance for me. Then  I realised:

Classic Lovecraftian heroes have happy lives, but crave something that can only be found in the dark.

They think they are dabbling - just visiting - but then discover that what they considered an aberration is - horrifyingly - part of nature... part even of their nature.

There is no escape: careful what you wish for.

Enthralled by an exotic woman (or man?)
with darker skin than him

All that dancing around the edges, being drawn in like a moth to the flame, resisting the darkness while willingly but guiltily succumbing to it - that's what being kinky pre-Internet was like.

I wonder whether what HP Lovecraft really, deep down, craved, was to become enthralled by an exotic woman (or man?) with darker skin than him? Was all that fiction just a magnificent sublimation? 

Was HP Lovecraft simply kinky?