Fantasy Love Spree

I imagine a woman, Named Rosemary, Beautiful, Out of gas, Fishing for fish, On a lonely mountain pass, She had marbled green eyes, Shiny like glass, Her teeth snow white, She hummed soft, Her hair like a red light, Positive and bright, She had my heart at first sight, What a lass, Skirt colored as red roses and grass, But alas, She was a tart, How this fantasy pressed against my heart, Into the pages of poetry.com, Where everything wasn't real, It felt surreal, Wishing and fishing, She had my heart on a reel, It was shallow waters, She reeled it in to steal, She was a hologram, A love machine, Didn't care how I feel, I loved her and she used me, For ecstasy, But now I'm a fish, That's free, And she's reeling in another victim, On her fantasy love spree.