I saw this poem in my sisters friends blog
found it highly fascinating..a masterfull piece of poetry
and since imitation is the best form of flattery
i put it up on mine..so that more pple get to read it
to the person who wrote this: if you would like me to mention you, drop me a note..i took out all names any way...:-)

love
he's holding her around the waist...
he's hating his hands, for the pressure they exert on her flesh...
and she finds his defined hands beautiful like she does all his fallacies...
a perfect example of sorrow and happiness blending together...

he pulls her close, feeling their cheeks gliding over one another's...
her head is resting on her chest and he can feel his chest ripple from the weight...
his heart is thudding, sending blood to his fingers, toes and head...
she's digging her nails into the ample packets of firm flesh on his upper back...

she wispers something in his ears...
he smiles...
and wishes this moment would never end forever...
the chemistry, in their perfectly innocent gestures is sensational...

their relation is such that he feels he has committed sins without even touching her flesh...
just looking in her eyes, he has conquered her... mentally, emotionally and physically...
this relation is funny, where water seems thicker than blood sometimes...
this is it xx... we know it is... this is love...