Are you a sex addict?  

I’m not going to tell you I enjoyed it
I’m not going to say that I even wanted it
It just happened.  
And after it happened I sat in my car
Asking myself through an empty gaze
Through the empty spaces in front of me
if all that really happened
Perhaps I created that out of nothing,
I wish I had.  
I wish you had never seen me
And come to my office and
Did the things you did
Because I didn’t know you
And you didn’t know me.
And now I cannot shake the
Nihility you have created
“Are you a sex addict?”  
You ask
After already groping me
Pushing yourself on me
How did you know?  
Where did you see it?  
In the smoky shadows under my eyes?
Or the solemn anguish that pervades
My soul, my vacant placidity,
The tender desolation
That desires
No real person.    
That is where you saw your opportunity.  
I am sure.