In Love For One Night? Poem by Adrian Cordova

We sat down on the bed.
I was exhausted from the daily events of my life.
You were exhausted from the dissapointments of your life.
I looked around the room, trying to find something to distract myself with.
You try not to look at me, but we both know what's wanting to happen next, don't we?
You leave the room, I simply thought this air that flowed between us was a little to much for you. 
And when I moved to sit on the chair the last thing I expect to happen does.
You came back in half undressed.
Your hair was a little messed.
Your skirt was hiked.
And your blouse was undone and down to your elbows.
Why you decided to put on those knee-high socks is beyond me however.
You told me to sit.
I obeyed.
And then you threw yourself upon me.
Your cherry red lips push toward, down, up, and on my own again.
A fiery passion pushed you further and further, although you technique was sloppy.
I kept my cool, even though I have the same passion you do.
I started to move my hand up to your breasts, but I stopped.
Slowly I pulled pieces of my hand off, first my palm, then one by one my fingers until the tips of both my index and middle fingers were left.
I then began to trace the cuts you earned through hard work, your body was slowly becoming warmer every second I touched.
After tracing the final cut, my hand restarts it's journey upward.
I reach your breasts and take a deep breath.
Simultaniously running my right hand up your leg, I take my left middle finger and place it between your full breasts, and cause you to stop kissing for just a moment taking a sharp breath of both ecstasy and anticipation.
My right hands now under your skirt, palm resting, while my anxious fingers play with the edges of you panties.
And now my left hands working it's way under your bra, the anxiety makes us both shiver a bit.
You lean into me a little more, giving me permission.
I move on, taking my right hand to the back of your bra, an in a snap, it's been unlatched.
My next move was to take your perfect breast in my hand and rub your nipple between it's index and middle fingers. 
But you moved away to take off both your blouse and your bra.
Then you moved back in, more fiercely this time around.
I again start to try to rub, but you lean and push down on my fingers.
And that's when I got the idea to pinch instead.
So I did.
And you moaned.
But it didn't last.
You suddenly pull back laughing,
'Well, you certainly know your way around a girls body, don't you? '
I smile and think to myself, not in the least.
Then I picked you up and laid you on your bed.
I told you to close your eyes.
Then I left.
No need for me to fall in love for one night, is there?