Touch, but don't taste

And then the start has come and ended
Not in the way it first was intended
Much more tension. Much less lust.
Remained just the scent, recollection
And dust.

Should I consider it done and forget
Yeah, the best is just to keep it dead
At least until she crawls my back
And push me to her nest, to love,
To bed.

With all of our clothes still keeping us appart...