Sort-of Horatian Poem in Sort-of Sapphic stanzas

Didn’t I meet a lovely girl one evening?—
sweeter than sweet, neat little feet? Didn’t she
want to take me to her room that very night,
kiss me in secret?

Why couldn’t I respond to such an offer,
when she caught my arms and sweetly did me kiss?
Something interposed between us, cold, I guess,
froze my desire.