Poetic Injustice

Falling for you was not my only fucking crime
But our nights of fucking in poetic rhyme
Were equally shared in both our dirty minds
So fun we made plans to make each other in real time
The kind where space disappears in between the lines
Until a lonely heart fell too swiftly and blindly crossed your line
As imaginary as the lines of poetry that formed inside of mine
Our fuck-drunken brains conspired to form a fictitious sixty-nine
With my heart intoxicated by your sweet strawberry wine
Bonded not in bondage yet held captive by our grapevine
Upon each other, spilling lovers wrote passion so divine
Dripping with desire then feasting as we dance and dine
But suddenly my climax came too soon for your succulent taste
And the love I started feeling mutated into toxic waste
As our erotic poem transformed to porn that masturbates
Where our romance died in the fisted hands of imaginary Fates
And all the hope I had that I had finally found my sole soul-mate
Convinced me I will be nothing but this broken man left alone to masturbate