I've seen this kind of thing before, but it's always been in reference to my cultural materialism web site. This is the first time one of my sonnets has possibly been plagiarized - hey, no more sincere form of flattery, right?
I wrote over a hundred sonnets over the course of three years in response to a personal trauma and the sonnets, while primarily about unrequited love, ran the gamut of emotions from bitterness to wildly romantic to self-loathing to a strange blend of mockery, affection and longing. Many of the sonnets were erotic, but I had to laugh at the one chosen for this apparent plagiarism - it's too clinical to be erotic. I must have been in a rare state of mind when I wrote it - granted I was in the middle of a long depression, but I can't imagine what possessed me to post this sonnet online in May 2009. It's embarrassing to read it now, since it's not very good, although it is pretty funny in a goofy way.
I put most of my sonnets on a separate page from the main page of my blog, so nobody could complain they were ambushed by them - you had to clearly want to read them if you clicked on the link. And there was one person with an AOL account who read every single one of my sonnets. I would love to have seen the expression on his face when he read this one. Although if he was shocked or appalled by it, it certainly didn't stop him from reading all the ones that followed.
How, you may ask, can I be so sure that the sonnet being googled is mine. Mainly because it is extremely unlikely that this collection of words has been strung together in this particular order anywhere else:
Let us get naked like when we were born -Kung fu porn is a real thing - look it up on Youtube.
Then we'll get crazier than kung fu porn.