It’s not <br />your hair blown across my face <br /> <br />emeshing me <br />in your kiss <br /> <br />your laughter scattered to the four winds. <br /> <br />It’s not <br />your breasts <br /> <br />so soft & tender <br /> <br />pressed nakedly against my clothed chest <br /> <br />& then <br />I too undressed. <br /> <br />It’s not <br />your body <br /> <br />becoming mine <br />as I become yours <br /> <br />...it’s just...it’s just... <br />(oh I don’t know!) <br /> <br />words desert me as I close my eyes! <br /> <br />It’s not <br />just this bliss <br /> <br />I enter <br /> <br />...it’s just...it’s just... <br /> <br />just this <br />youness of you <br /> <br />...that I...that I...<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-3/
