For the first time,
I wasn't seeing your face.
His hands on my body,
Somehow separated me,
From everything I couldn't forget about you.
For a moment I found myself lost,
In whatever connection it was,
That me and him shared.
In that second,
I believe I forgot your name,
And I was free from the chains,
Of love that still bind me to you.
I questioned my actions not once,
As I focused my body solely on him.
His lips upon mine,
Took me to an unexperienced place,
That for the first time,
Didn't involve you.
Looking back now, though, I see,
His shoulders weren't quite as wide,
And his lips not quite as full.
His touch was warm,
But not electric.
He held my face in his hands,
Just the way you did,
But without love or desire,
To have me in any other way.
I was not an object of his love,
But only of lust.
His eyes revealed curiousity, not knowledge,
And as his hands traced new territory,
I remembered how your hands,
Had known every inch of me.
Looking back, I don't regret,
The experience of him,
But I realize fully,
No man will ever be you,
And no love what it was,
When I was with you.