I stopped trying to memorize your number
I figured it'd **** the sparkle and wonder
But my adrenaline did not even shudder
As I waited for next day in euphoric slumber.

Told myself I wouldn't write of you no more
This makes me feel like a tedious bore
But our time birth an intensive poetic lore
I was so sure, but now I'm no longer sore.

You brought color that has been swept
A stream of joy that has left me in debt
The obstacle course that made me wept
So when it comes to committing, I feel inept.

So should I take this experience as a sign?
That the pleasures of the flesh are malign