As non-trite/

and inerudite/

as U say/

U R,/

I hope it’s alright,/

and you”ll delight/

that I text U,/

(but not vex U!),/

from afar./

I’m worrying about U a lot,/

not/

because you’re hot,/

(though that’s true,/

too!)/

Caring is just what/

I do./

So how r U?

Bcuz I get U/
IM gonna let U/
go/
so/
u can love, care4, feed/
those who need/
U/
more than I do./
When U/
want 2/
let me, luv, in,/
I’ll try again.

No/

one/

was ever won/

by being shy/

or coy./

Yet I,/

a boy,/

fear to tread openly,/

and, instead,/

slyly/

tell a joke;/

send a poke,/

from me 2 thee

I was not a man/

who slept/

with a phone in his hand,/

who kept/

hoping she’d call./

Not that man/

at all!/

But now I am./

How-why/

did I/

fall?

Is it inappropriate/
for a feisty/
and flirty guy,/
such as I,/
to send  a late night text/
to you?/
What will you do?

The thought of becoming awakened,/

entwined with you,/

naked,/

does not arouse me,/

as much as it astounds me/

and, lastly,/

comforts me.

By the dawn’s early light/

I hope it’s still alright/

that I tucked you in./

I’d love to do it again!/

For me,/

a great experience/

that I’d repeat, /

given a chance!