Sir

 
you leave indelible marks on my soul
when you worship at my sacred hollows
pushing in with intensity your greed
 
in my waking hours I pen love letters
pressed in my diary of secrets
you can not know me here
it is in the sanctuary of need I am sane
 
pushed every night in your theater of depravity
I succumb to my sin
sanguine on the lips  
lies in my whispers
 
no darling you can't know me
 
with hushed urgency we plummet
deeper and deeper still into the unraveling
you ravish the night and break the dawn
you claim me utterly with your body and mind
 
but no you don't know me
 
not here in my sacred halls of knowing
where I write poetry to your cock
and fuck your soul
 
no Sir you don't know me