Confusion

We met in a hurry,
We talked in a flurry,
You sat on my lap,
and you made me your sap.
I left that night with nothing to show,
but that wouldn't be your last time on the row.
Given a week you found your way back,
with a half-hearted smile at each joke I would crack.
Your body exposed, but your mind still in view
making a decision I knew you would rue.
A solemn kiss and my heart in your grip,
while the truth lies at sea, out on a ship.
So there we sat in our blissful hell,
like a salesman out of shit to sell.
So do I live by morals or pleasure,
which does life truly measure?
The beatles know you by a road,
yet I can't forget the thoughts that flowed.