Sunk Cost Fallacy

Did she not flippantly toy with you?
Bankrupt of gravity befitting the day
with a gathered throng in full view
Did you not struggle with dismay?

No precedent was set, you made-believe,
just her quirky humors misfiring again.
Best at this point no offense to percieve
good practice anyway to cover her sin.

She meant no ill, your gracious thought,
casting aside with her oversight
the pang of regret, the jolting doubt,
foreshadowing hurts she will inflict.

Nobly you played the hand you got
and dignified the choice you made.
Lastly you embraced your happy lot
and made of that lemon lemonade.

Ecstatic Flight

Your waves of pleasure crashed against mine
and we soared.

You spread your legs and flew.