good sex

this is the first that my spell has fallen short
it was our timing, or it was me
nothing else
it seemed sour from the start, and i have never been a strong finisher
except, of course, in our own end game
but being seduced is different than being enchanted
when all else fails, all has failed
for there is nothing left to my cheap, jaded game but lust
that, which makes nothing but a temporary victor of me

it was our timing, or it was me
certainly, it was not you
you were a pawn, albeit an erroneous one
and I another, drunk by the hand of my own fortune
felling a queen
pinning my own

nothing else
the only world you were ever meant to exist in was a vacuum
like the one before you
she was naive
but you were too apathetic
you listened, and responded
you were the first not to be floored
you made me hope that you weren't listening

it seemed sour from the start, and i have never been a strong finisher
thus, my emptiest of end games