it's a start...

 
he slipped in under cover of night
sifted through the seams of unfiltered dreams
and crept into my restless slumber
calloused fingers tracing my shape
(so unlike your manicured hands)
imprinting sacred runes upon my aura
their glow a pale white spread
suffusing my suddenly fevered flesh
his shadowed eyes traveled my writhing curvature
leaving scorch marks wherever they landed
tiny sparks arcing off my body
seeking...reaching for his touch
and as lips (that weren't yours) pressed against mine
...I nearly cried
aching for the intensity of intimacy (not involving you)
arching into palms hungry for the feel of me
tangling strong fingers in tresses at the back of my neck
a firm tug...promise of yet to come
pressing for more access...more depth
...more...
because I had it to give
and in that moment it was...
passionately...fervently...desperately
...unequivocally his
as I wrapped thighs around his hips
ran claws down his blue collar back
it didn't escape my notice...
...not one delicious detail was yours
making the experience all the more delirious
enthralled by the feeling...of him
how he filled me...
how we moved...
the sound of our gasps...
how he grasped me...
mouths chasing a deeper kiss
oxygen exchanged in panting breaths
all of this...erasing the memory of you
until I woke with the lingering tingle
of desperate cries & satisfied sighs..
and possibilities...
of an us not including you