Out of Sight

The first time

Your hands found my waist

The grip of your fingers

On my skin

Made my heart tremble

And my knees wobble.

My mouth gave out a whimper,

My lips agape,

Found yours.

You felt and saw

My body boomerang,

But what you didn't was

That while you were lost

In ardour and adoration,

All I could see

With my closed eyes was

Him.

The clutch of his hands

Crumpling the thin fabric;

And his lips

Pressed against mine.

I felt his breath

On my chest

And his hair

Tickle my neck,

While you caressed

And craddled me

Like he never did.

I know I could've stopped,
And I should've stopped.

But had I stopped,

He would've stopped existing.