Platonic Love

After years and years, not centuries
finally, your hand in my pocket.
I said: "The orgasm is God".
You said: "God is mathematics".

After beers and beers, not wines
finally, our smiles were automatic.
I said: "My friends are so far"
You said: "That is just pychosomatic".

(Our love is not platonic anymore
it will be fanatic)