It’s not
your hair blown across my face

emeshing me
in your kiss

your laughter scattered to the four winds.

It’s not
your breasts

so soft & tender

pressed nakedly against my clothed chest

& then
I too undressed.

It’s not
your body

becoming mine
as I become yours

...it’s just...it’s just...
(oh I don’t know!)

words desert me as I close my eyes!

It’s not
just this bliss

I enter

...it’s just...it’s just...

just this
youness of you

...that I...that I...

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-3/