Sexual Desire? Am I Falling for her?

this is a poem of sexual desire.

I met her in LA
while on a work assignment.
She was an exotic dancer
and I her number one fan.

Strawberry Desire is her stage name
but Carmen is what she is called.
She was my Juliet
and I her Romeo.

She wore red heels
that really got me off.
And a short blue skirt
That was just right.

I wanted her; I lusted for her
day and night.
She was the only thing
that wanted right then and there.

Is it me or am I falling
for her?
I am a man, but around
her, I am a puppy dog.