Mock Orange paraphrase

I chose the poem Mock Orange by Louis Gluck. I paraphrased it the way I saw it if it was being written as a short story.

I have been detestable. I have given myself to another in a way that disgusts me. Our bodies lay there together, and he kisses me. Our union is humiliating. In the act, we were one but not in a long manner. And when it was done, we were immediately two again. We are fools who give in to our primative desires, who betray our self-guiding thoughts for lust. When it's done I smell the mock orange from outside, and it will forever burn this moment into my memory.