In anticipation
Of the waiting
To be over
A lover
Moreover
A keeper
Of anti-social thoughts
And filth behind closed doors
Of red skin
And scratches
Of doors
With new latches
To hold in the lust
Trust
In the hand that feeds
The hand that frees
Your desires
That raised it higher
Stoked it’s fire
Then quashed it
With fear
Only to build it back up
Fuck after fuck after fuck
To where it needs to be
Daily
Nurtured
Owned
In desperation
For the torment
To arrive
A tutor
Moreover
A master
Of unacceptable actions
And punishing punishment
Everlasting