sonnet My fault I played

My fault I played a psychic didnt ask
How he endeavoured he thought through no doubt
Dimmed early days it was an easy task
No platitudes or sorrows did we spout
We didnt suffer shallow chat its mask
Of amity we sussed each other out and out
Wed lie in sunshine both relaxed just bask
We unintentionally flunk or flout
Our habitats in life arent much alike
Knowing theres true power in complement
In monomania met we both relent
Yes tastes acquired in quests a fool would pike
Im thinking fun a furtive fast affair
A private fantasy on which wed pair
Chorus affair intrigue liaison